UnPoetia:The Horrific Indifference of the Passage of Time
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Poetry for people who hate poetry |
- I was in love once
- A callous, corrosive love
- Which slowly
- Gradually
- Ate me up
- And vomited me out
- For the street children to eat
- The street children were
- Some time later
- Gobbled up by vultures