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Black

This poem is about how a colour has selflessly devoted itself in healing the world from one of its darkest phases. It never thinks about recognition, neither does it want to grab the limelight upon itself, bragging how it moulded the world. The colour is never seen as the livery of the heroes, it never […]

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Aristotle Lullaby

Aristotle’s Lullaby

What if you could punch your brains from the insideA swinging logical uppercutRight under the amygdala.Such that, that the very foundations of those fluids shiver and die.A single punchRight from an Aristotle’s lullaby Oh you’d sleep like a baby thenAs mind curls without an iota of distortionAnd harmony prevails like a stillborn cloud of fog.No […]

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