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garbage truck carries my fart everyday
stones are always crazy about  movement
solitude impresses with wrinkles
neighbour with a knife singing a song
room shouts statements.
crowded yet empty, roads crave for a  barefoot.
riding on the wolf, shepherd still wander with his stick
looking for his lost sheep.

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riddled,  looking up the sky
roots  not seen,
ants strolled carrying their food
nobody bothered to bite me.
squeezing the earth under my feet
dying pebbles screamed my name.
where does my chain sprout?
my fertile grave, keep me warm.

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from the start, he smiled winking at sun
strolled with a smile in a starry night
killed bed bugs giving them a second chance
All came alone and left with his sharp edges

he is still there shattered,filtered,coloured

withered,wearied and happy.