the injustice of absurd challenges
the grumbling limerick duo, because we know the game backwards; if you’re in this, like me, you’re concerned too
whoever has little will be taken from him
whoever has much, more will be added to him
this is a word to all of you, readers, writers, judges, I mean, look at the pattern
who won will win again, it does not matter
what you just wrote, dude, the name of the former winner will tell you all that dim whim
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like these plants in the picture –
some wallow in glamour
bathe in the sun, while others have to satisfy
themselves with the reflection of the light coming from the butterfly
regardless of the own internal parlour
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Moon Desert
UK-based
BA in Cultural Studies
Crime Fiction: Love
Poetry: Friend
Psychology: Salvation
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