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I just read a poem
It caught me
Like you taste an ice cream
For the first time
Still my eyes
At the words the way it
Goes doesn’t go with what
I thought it should
From my past read
Of poem
The Titans look shameful
I guess that
They had it good
On their time
But not at this
On this dusty chapbook
A story
Had ended so fast
Rain consumed during
Summer burn lilacs
At the graveyard
Like ash that go
With the breeze
As if it wasn’t there at all
Of everybody does
That we just passing through
We live and
We die
And laugh
Then feel sick and sorry
Then we climb to our bed
And not asleep
For hours
Days and contemplate
Stood and put on sandal tiredly
Sat at the side of the bed
No one was there beside
And ask what’s wrong
The late wind
The night go deep
And open the first page
Of that book
And read gloomy
Beside the lamp
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