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A Moth In The Flame

Idealism is one glorious
iridescent flame-
a magnet to young blood
swathe in innocence. How
with our simplicity,
our winged resistance-
singed and burned. Died
 
until our ashes will mix
in the wick, obliterated
by mediocrity and irrelevance.
Our lives wasted and fading
to wisps of smoke-
in a country where poverty is
a usual sight. Everyday
 
like cockroaches,
we swarmed the sewers of society
and its livid pavement. Of placards-
waving [...]

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Tickets

Today, he waits
at the station, searching through
the window panes. And soon
he’ll run along, chasing
shadows to his past.
 
The train became a home
to a lover. A wanderer of days-
exiled to traveling distances.
An evacuee amidst
the maze of constant strangers.
 
A thought, he is keeping-
of a woman he lost.
That last glimpse returning,
as she boarded a train-
happily blew him a kiss.
 
But [...]

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