Era
The sun as usually hot as hell
Streets are full-empty
Bodies roam as wraiths
Souls wander astray
Hearts, between the two,
Beat humdrumly
All but in absentia
In quest of the mirage.
Socalledpoetry of Biba
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Era
The sun as usually hot as hell
Streets are full-empty
Bodies roam as wraiths
Souls wander astray
Hearts, between the two,
Beat humdrumly
All but in absentia
In quest of the mirage.
Socalledpoetry of Biba