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  • divokost 6w

    ~ mid day brought a conflict of mice and men

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  • divokost 7w

    ~ to have fallen in love with the unknown, uncertain , unspent...yet to have engaged with the whole of it, in a distant memory from the future of our days here...

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  • divokost 7w

    ~ Wary of love, of hopes and finds, yet another day mulled with the mulch of time.

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  • divokost 7w

    ~ seen children running around, looking for love and life, all the misery that to live confounds, still living despite the odds.

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  • divokost 22w

    ~ from the one, preoccupied by an anxious attachment

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  • divokost 23w

    Day 1

    “Ere words trembled,
    breaths confined,
    in a weary blue coffin
    love now somber lies,

    pronounced eternity
    only a day past in sight
    the last flock flew
    leaving the nest aside

    stones now, sediments then
    affection conditioned right,
    wrought by time, with time
    held heart to the wronged right

    Slip away, sly and slow
    my assumptions, your rights,
    another day, another time,
    a pair of clippers, and wings to fly!”

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  • divokost 23w

    “Rosemaries it read aloud
    ‘fresh from the farm’,
    saddled upon a Turkish mare
    the green smirked and lit heavens,
    lavenders brothels reminiscent
    of love, love and the other names...
    Mirrors full of Versailles vanity,
    thyme and bodily odours benign,
    the charm of twice a fate, stricken
    a soul for another, a broken curve on lips
    the spices fumigate the pests,
    filthy broken appearances, troubled and fine...
    there’s a cashmere lying in rubble,
    dust it wears from the day’s pride.
    the kefir tastes rather glum,
    their mouths open in line
    spoke from netherworld,
    the taste of flesh and time.”

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  • divokost 23w

    T’was carved upon every door,
    a red smear from the day of Salem,
    every name hath an ancestors hand,
    Cuss words fruition from the desperate

    The sap outruns the lucid tears,
    in a fluid cosmos, their soul dipped to toe,
    Their vows tied upon a dry bed of straws
    They’ve given them trials a square and fair

    Run, run, run, though in circles pronounce,
    Leaps and bounds, leapt and found,
    by a funeral, seeing the rare merriments
    comes a bleat from the bitter lambs

    Tin rot, tin rotten, the humans’ silent names
    forged in the pit fire, glass like souls
    ghosts of ashes and brokenness
    Fleeting moments, held and let go, alas! Forget!

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  • divokost 24w

    ~onto happy things which divide faster than the whole of happy men...

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  • divokost 25w

    “In the hope of finding today”

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