ostracism
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anything/something/nothing
I sit on my balcony tonight smoking, thinking of all the lives I’ve led in my lifetime, all the roles I’ve played, the cards I’ve drawn — The naïve young man who lusted with an unmitigated possessiveness and rationalised that it was love. All I wanted then were her curves and the taste of her… Continue reading
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A rondeau for the ostracised
Find me outside the temple gates on littered streets Where beggars roam and hawkers sell their rancid meats Where lepers and malingerers don’t have a chance At ever swaying to the beat of Triumph’s dance Where you’ll find rickety, old huts with threadbare sheets. Here succubi know men, and the unclean beast eats Here thrones… Continue reading
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Ordinary Person is a guy who likes to write. He writes fiction, essays, poems and other stuff.
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