Tumbling into trash
Soaring in the skies
Sweeping like a brush
Those bacteria spies
You evacuate the snaring fear
That looms large on me
Like a great warrior’s spear
Aiming at the enemy
We are a perfect blend
A crystal matter mixture
Of both foe and friend
In a crazy crated literature
Goodbye is a gift I’ve got
But you, I can’t afford to give
For you have care, and brought
It. To all who on this edge live
On this edge of masquerade,
This edge of my world.
29/06/11 Adabraka.
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