February 2012
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POEM- Moomb
it was late at night walking fast with head to the sky
festooned with stars and the rising moons sigh
as if to say soon
i will soon die
dissolve in the blue dye of noon
eyes crying mouth round like a croon
maybe im doomed too
maybe by tomorrow
ill have followed that white ball into its own tomb
now im floating like a helium balloon
but how long before i sink
into the vacuum
my...
