Sunday, October 31, 2010

my inebriation

I scared to break
my life in street
which already broken
In my mind.
I smelled poets' blood
And mine too.
To check if it smells inebriation.
What I call my suppressed childhood?
Childhood or prison?
How can you punish
The killer of my age?
My child age!!
I break my poems
On my inebriated mind

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