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Tomi Dinh Poem
Memories trickle down my spine
Murmurs flood into my mind
Your scent is haunting my soul
This nightmare has been growing old
I blow out the candles yet again
Why must I have another year to spend?
Time is currency, and I wish to be poor.
A day spent in a curled up ball on the floor.
Another year, I should be grateful
But I can’t help but feel so hateful.
Wishing to be happy, happy with hope.
But you are the reason every year, I buy rope.
Copyright © Tomi Dinh | Year Posted 2023
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Tomi Dinh Poem
Luminosity of the despondent star in the celestial land above
Had grown to be caliginous in nature
Dwindled its crimson gleam
Dissolved into newfound restlessness,
Parched, dark, waterless spring
Entreating for even a luster
Named a blessing buried underneath cloaks
The last cries of
A twinkle.
Flicker.
Copyright © Tomi Dinh | Year Posted 2023
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