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7 Poem by Palegun

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Sinner

So I stand alone on this

This is where I landed

This is where I stand for now

Fallen from an oracles nightmare

Dismounted from a cloudy point of contact

At last, realizing whose fault's esteemed

Above glass chandaliers occupy the vast and mesermizing flickers

I cusp within my hands a dismal bubbling flute and eclipse the weathered parts of denial

Pampering pamplets slid gracefully beneath my door

looking upon them is enough to stagger motor skills and my tongue cleaves

to front teeth like an anchor to the sea floor

Feels as though falling is succumb yet again; a curling philosophy

an heirloom of genetics ponder it's reflection into my life

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