Poems from Neftee

When the morg fills with these bones of mine, please know that I was not alone. For inside me, was mind, made 1 and 3, the soul to which I...
Break the silence with a scream oh, ALL men will see! That nothing is what it isnt, So please be free! All men are destructive...
We battle our masters with laughter that shatters the perception of contrasting stature.   A giggle is a stave through the heart of...
Life is meticulous. it lingers on, trapped in between the cracks  of "destiny", and "maybe".  and everything is shady or burning in the...
We don't live, So much as steal air from trees Who are far better At doing their job Then we.

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