Classic Poem

only foisted, a day

Like a armoured soul
on its terrace

If there weren't a

I write, only, in order to rest
I write on the side of

Isolated ice, here enslaved
where one voice resonates
comments pour me on the
refracted surface
so that I can find myself

Before going all out
I excreet verse of pure pertinence

a coat of armour perjured
Before

Catching pajamas.











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