Under This Killing Moon: Poems
Under this Killing Moon is a brief collection of poems among the epiphany, the wrath and the love thrilling in a lonely summer of work and desolation. Poems made while the vane glory and the past afflictions revive with the old grief, the heart-racing touch, the immortal significance of the thoughts and the stories collected in one's life, told as in a short sequence of words, like the series of our life developing term on whatever we enjoy and judge the world by, granting the powerful little window of its description.
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The air is spinning
If you want to call someone just call
That aloof white chick
Walking three girls at midnight
Memorable flashes by inspiring foundations
have this nasty habit
One of a kind Friday
Who the hell knows?
Got left in the air as if I was nobody
This damnable traffic within