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THE TIME WE’VE LOST LOOKING
FOR OTHERS
A sugar cube submerged in my coffee
A drop of milk gives it
a different shade
Do you mean this was just a dress rehearsal?
Are you
sure you know the meaning of cascading?
They slide on by
I’m a voyeur
I’m a spy
Newspaper headings speaks about cataclysms
Nepotism
The fragrance
of appending schisms
The devout slumberous
Coiled and dusted
Withered
and rusted
Hiding in rituals
Rituals and fantasies blended
Draconian
laws implemented
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