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Naked Lunch
A moment ago in dreams, a ghost
haunting my eyes in translation
of memories in silent screams
listening to falling dominoes
now a cigarette burnt to ashes
with a shadow at my window
of insomnia replacing reality
thirsting for your naked lunch
in a brown paper bag
haunting my eyes in translation
of memories in silent screams
listening to falling dominoes
now a cigarette burnt to ashes
with a shadow at my window
of insomnia replacing reality
thirsting for your naked lunch
in a brown paper bag
Published 17th Aug 2024
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- Edited 6th Nov 2024 8:45pm
17th Aug 2024 2:29pm
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The poem came to me late last night as I watched the rain fall. I love the dark in writing because the dark can go in many directions. The dark cannot harm one but lunacy is contagious.
Anonymous
- Edited 6th Nov 2024 8:45pm
17th Aug 2024 2:35pm
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17th Aug 2024 2:34pm
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