Atavism Poems - Poems about Atavism

...The real purpose of the visa tourism Is the humiliation of the guests Its “us and them” post tribal atavism The applicants are treated like suspects The so called survey list interrogates Som......

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...Recife... its mirror... Venice, its atavism... Holland...and, its haughtiness of a King.........

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...primal atavism northeastern artificer climb coconut tree......

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...Despised, Reviled, Rejected. Object of cruel mockery. Before I was conceived, I heard of you, Dumps for homeless migrants, Debased and inferior. Was beauty ever part of you? This throng, that......

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...From primal atavism Navigating the procela with strong courage and faith sailboat will sail Neptune Counterpart tame dark sea ......

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...There was a man from Asia, it was me, I could not fit in with the norm, I was beastly; And so, I was living in the desolate woods, Far away from the consumer goods. As time passed hormones play......

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...Tearing irony, howling sarcasm, coming out of dribbling mouths, blood-staining hyenas, exhausted vampires. To self-learn the art of hatred, Just from mask-faces without dynamism, This is the......

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...Birth Pranks! labour....a baby cries then popcorn of exploding smiles yet, he's wary of lies will he quickly talk before he can do anything or walk to tell if he is his folk? "why not ......

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...The tassel Seems to be blossomed Having created with beauty And shedding aroma passim When the time comes close And to closer and close up The tassel Seems to be hybrid Having hidden conventional q......

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...The Race Nihilistic from the moment we are conceived Hurtling towards certain demise our Atavism repeating the cycle of fate predetermined by fate Between the starters pistol and the finish line We......

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...CUCUMBER PARADISE Never for preserved peach or tomato - only for cucumber: Always steaming lots of big jars and sterilizing lids, Ukrainian Inna lived for the pleasure of the shiny green rosids......

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