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Aorabee Vyangel Poem
I stepped on his nerves
And like a dog, he got to me
Making me feel his vicious mood
Like a sweet bitten apple
That tastes the anger of the tooth
His furious mood keeps me running
Away from the vicinity
To dodge the punishment
His rapid footsteps behind me
Weakening my mind
His grunts, warning his closing up
My mind, weakening and falling apart
What would be of me?
When he puts me down
And hold my limbs in both arms
For the capital punishment
For I was once told
The wage of troublemaking is pain
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Aorabee Vyangel Poem
I hear its scary voice
Approaching my scope
I hear its ruffling footsteps
Walking through my door
Wildly opening its arms
I feel its spikey claws crawling on me
Digging deep inside me
Pouching my soul
And neglecting my body on the old mat
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Aorabee Vyangel Poem
My eyes go into the skies
Like dark flame
My legs sink into the sand
Like dirt in water
The ice in the rain
Swirls and whacks my head
The flood, sprinting towards me
Its malice, chasing me to the thatch
That burns in the depth
Of the dark
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Aorabee Vyangel Poem
It is winter
A season that gets the bodies cold
A seasons that lays man down
Dressing him in white clothes
The snowflakes drop into his nostrils
From the skies
It is winter
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Aorabee Vyangel Poem
I see the mournful look
In his teary eyes
While I rate what a woman
Means to a man
The look that tells me more
Of a lost hope
A look that speaks the wish
To be with the lost soul
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Aorabee Vyangel Poem
I flipped a page
And saw my face
A page that would have been a mirror
If I held my face
I flipped another
And saw my words
Digging deep to tell my story
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