Best Clasps Poems

I am lucky
to ponder death
when it suits me

as blind children
fire stones in
a yellow storm...

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He had lost the key to his heart a few turns ago

The door pitifully creaked in its worn out hinges

Cobwebs smirked wryly on his dread locked beard

Haunted by the dark spineless spider in his soul

Locked down and shut out on a threshold of destiny

He picked...

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