I should not have been 
there, where I am now. 
The destiny was unscrupulously quiet. 
Time goes in suspension 
when I don't see you in me. 
Flaunting the assets 
of dwarf generation, you 
kill the galaxy of stars brazenly. 
Paraplegia. You break 
the eggs in air to touch the placentae. 
Twirled. I ask 
the question, when your lips 
will drown in stoned Buddha? 
Out of reach, the honeybees 
fly towards the virgin trees.
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