Death by Virus (Remove filter)
2020 Spring
Poetry, written by Ali Taha Alnobani
A metallic alien object with plastic gaze
Without emotions, and no feelings
It holds tapered forceps and a magnifying glass
It runs on the empty street
Like a spooky ghost
Like an absurd robot
His eyes are round, red
His nose is crunchy squared
And his voice is like air when it comes from the hole of a sick object
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Now h...
Saturday 11th April 2020 11:00 pm
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