Ogre, there is something atop you!
The grinning face fumbling with great perils screeched in delight
Oh, what a liar, disheartening the gullible ogre!
The chariot—empty—as it has always been
Fear not, buddy, you are heavy enough for you
Without weight and without bait, how would the dainty ones have fun?
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Rhythms From a Quarter Life
PoetryI will die the very moment this poetry collection is complete, not a moment more, not a moment less. Yet, what worries me is not death but never being able to complete this poetry collection. These are the rhythms resonating from a quarter-life.
