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Pronoun Vllage I stole this diary in the very first instance Killing the barcode, is another story I wandered through roads by which Flowing rivers dried up every time Distant villages and farmers’ land away far Mother of harvest breeding gem, water vow song The season’s first phrase singing morning to dusk Their paddy in their barn, leased pipe in the rust As in heavens underneath stain enemy every year Bare winter manic, care not the boss of relief In someone else’s outfit Tidy patrician tie, the color dark rain or cloud-mischief And gods underneath, after long sheds of tear Out of stomach the whirling vomit Cross the mustard field, begets another vista, a land conceal The golden paddy there, vile birds of curse will kill And legion around the spoon of raw-greedy-lips Changing demon to forte, their sexpot sips
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October 2012 issue of Lastbench (28/10/2012)
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