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    Tectonic Plates

      Tectonic plates move Under my feet Eerie sounds of the ground shifting Shifting my soul and my sense of self Hope eludes me as the root cause of my uneven understanding of self crumbles Swimming in sea fog and…

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    2 poems- Sameera Mansuri

    A prayer God won’t hear. The rain is suffocating inside the clouds The leaves are burning in agony I pluck flowers often and place them in my books wondering anything beautiful needs to be preserved. My eyes have begun resembling…

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    Red Rose

    A linguist stutters at her belly button Lover’s crawl up to her chest And drink upon the collarbone One hums his mother’s Spanish lullaby Another pleads for his father to stop The reckless beating She sits by the window pane…

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    A tree as a protest Art

        we talk in circles and to anyone they shout, ‘just get to the point already’ when none of them studied geometry or physics or Wordsworth or expectation you expect poetry to greet you like an old friend so,…

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    A friend I never Knew

      A friend I Never knew, The body of Mine in Mirroring Form.   Sadness as I’ve Felt, A torture Wrought From the Twisting Antics of False clowns Marching with Black balloons On shadowy Streets.   Something in A restless…

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    The Spiral Graveyard

      Sprawling in tiny, The graveyard behind my house, Is a spiral graveyard with Hundreds of tomb stone, Etched with emotions, Hidden inside the lunar light. The tombstone carved Out of their regret, Shines in turbulent thunder, When words fall…

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    Cannibals Of love

      Darling, you look like you’ve never washed the hair of someone who hurt you I’ve always been a Good Samaritan when it comes to aiding strangers but I can’t go on pretending I’m doing this for you the airport…

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    Live to die or die to live?

      Rolling the skin deeply In the waters, rusting my bones cold moisture seeps the pores hits spine, undercurrents discharged pupil widens, nostrils expand I breathe in the black smoke hair rise stiffens the nerves muscles inflamed; cortisol infused bloodstream…

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