Best Paralysed Poems

When, 
the scream ends, you start 
digging the shadows of 
red berries.

The sky, 
scoops the children of rape, 
waiting for 
the rains.

The tiger beetle, 
will run after the winged prey 
of first love.

Would you like to taste 
the moon in the dark bowl 
of malicious...

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Paralysed


Chandeliers hanging from the skies
Purple books within which you start all rhymes
Faded walls that drift away or when you push them they slide
Take this piece of bread and eat it but don’t ever let them see you try
Windmills circle glowing like electric neon signs
St Patrick’s...

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