Mar 6, 2011 -
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Unblooms
if but … you stop wasting time and do it right
like night and day the old lights are extinguished
and in the middle of nowhere
I clench myself in the flowers of purple flattering words
without a sword the silver rock memories
so surely anchored on eventualities
make me poach
in demotic cosmopolitan culture lights echoes
from the impersonality of poetry insanity