Funereal
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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Funereal
funereal goblets
full of poisons
glittering in the moon.
How glisten the colors
of the poisons
in the white stars' light
mirrors!
Night is so.
And my Sub-Conscious prompts
me to wake at night
walk through the streets
alone
hearing the echoes of my paces
pace after pace.
Bu şiiri puanla
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