Best Identically Poems

The town was
fissured.
It does not listen to me 
that moribund heart, now.
The biome was ready 
to set on fire all the smiles.

No person of god 
will lead the prayers to grave.
Let the dust meet the dust
stealthly and
you win the script surreptitiously.
Beautifully done, the obscene death.

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