Miroslava Odalovic Poems

the abyss being bespoken
sounds more quiet than your fate
and louder than your history
like a body tortured stretched
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look at the worlds stripping
the skins of their bodies

the layers of their meaning
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and the stars were violently blinking
crying out all the thorns
we pinned into a deep night
is that why we didn't see our eyes
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there was the sky the blue used to paint
when it feather like touched liquid spots of clouds
shaded it in wisdom exchanged it for a smile
tight-fisted who lived on meager meals of time
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the art that lives lies in caves
the sun that sets the horizons no more
the Being forgotten being swayed into time
history teaches a hard lesson of Nothing
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Simulation of a situation
As if controlled
Like we know people when we don't
And talk to them philially
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sister moon keep me warm
keep me close deeply keep
my inner fears beneath your crust
for fear I will for fear I must
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lol going back in detail
to some previous discussion
we finally conclude
art dealers made a decision of a century
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The earth is green but given to none
Who suckles the breast with no milk to find
Hypnobirth's a sleep child of no embrace
No ID passport no border no face
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in this house
where you've been
what you've seen
were the windows
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