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Frail eyes stick to downsToo frightened to look up skiesIn a cavern there they hideOn their way no way they eyesAt the end of their tunnel,Amidst darkness of life,Keep digging the dark for lightAn inch left… They give up. S.C.P.BibaAll copyright reserved.

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Unspoken

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A storm sans rainTidal waves of voidPerpetuate my painYears chained sans voiceLost beyond the greyThe heavy clouds in aweAnd the fury in the rawTickle by the silenceMe frown in shynessSighs of tears underway S.C.P.B

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Je ne suis qu'une feuille flétrieQui se laisse emporter par les ventsPar les rouages tragiques  des tempsPar la défaite- et ses pluies orageusesPar la tempête en soulevant  ses flotsPar les echos d'automne soufflantDans mes veinesPar les cauchemars éveillésVie de tous mes jours en peine [...] OpiniâtrementJe tremble, je trembleMa macabre danceJe tombe, je tombeSur le… Continue reading

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Dis-ease

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I hit my absolute rock bottom.Life goes in slow motion.It cracks the back.Everything is suspendedAmidst fear and angerMood swings like fireAnd I, and MeHumdramly, in a whisper,Fall on my brown dust as I dis-Appear in my black hole. S.C.P.B(C) All rights reserved

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Too emptyTo move rocksUps and downsDowns and upsWhen noughtMovesInsExceptAcrid hellToo avidTo eat allThe core'sBequestsAn emptyConcreteRockMoves insUp and downDown and upSans willLikeThe vaneSwung roundBy a puffOf wind S.C.P.Biba