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Boasters
Who are these that
boast of banal glories!
who drink at the fountain
of void deeds...
That blaspheme words
as swords of conquest...
anything...?
They are the same ones that sail
through the alleys of empty lives,
across seas full of
sunken ships...
Walk under the moon of the dead,
while regurgitating
their
poorest memories... !
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Alkas Poetry
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