wearing a deathlace
in the bony garden
the pretty women as statues
when I’ve known none of them

eyes, not mine, stare back
if I have failed, let me go
through dooms of silence

in suffering of the first born,
the last born, upon the orange groves
and syrup of my old home.

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12 thoughts on “Adieu.”

    1. Oh, if I had a penny… 😁

      Sorry, it’s honestly funny since I get these questions here and there. My life is fine, thank you for asking! I’m kind of like a horror writer, I guess, with poetry. I hope all is well with you.


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