Nvinn Fonia Poet Narrative

the priest

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wings,
wings,
wings,
An ongoing black screen,
A blandest  morning,  ,
  ,abundunt  ///////////blunt & burnt
  DAMP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!­
inadequate

, looping And/////////////ripping  , In a  room, twenty floors up, thriving,
_ to let me in, in a
doll _incorrect mannequins insolvent
remainders

I am a boom, a bloom Buddha, a
simpleton you know , frantic and pretty much  done
our manners__________________­___
, onto into upto will do somehoww
of too why to anyhoww  hey, hey, hey
Clarity, clear of blemishes,
mannequins !!!!!
yes please

the numbness of seasons ,
  a  blues like you, half , half ,  a  job, Near to sea,  is scary
as it can b
wings,
wings,
wings,

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