Dew-Blood,
Paroles-Impostures
all give the same touch
to my stoic skin.
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Inorganic; I hold on
a life, so iambic
cached in between
rhymes,words
I defer.
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Wanderlust(?)!
Yes, I am
as days and nights
are significantly indifferent
within my Caravan-Space.
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