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Boris Mezhibovskiy Poem
Basking in the glow
of my wonderful machine.
What a waste of time.
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Boris Mezhibovskiy Poem
Who goes to the sea
expecting naught but water?
I certainly do.
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Boris Mezhibovskiy Poem
The mighty lion
sees his own face in the pool.
Does he get frightened?
He drinks of the pool
after a meal of fresh meat.
Is his parched throat quenched?
He lays in the shade
resting his weary eyelids.
What haunts his nightmares?
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Boris Mezhibovskiy Poem
Every time I stare
at the unrelenting sun,
the abyss stares back.
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Boris Mezhibovskiy Poem
The sun does not give
its presents without a price.
Have I paid today?
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Boris Mezhibovskiy Poem
Sometimes I notice
the approximate time that
she walks in the door.
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