Shadows formed in a cleanliness
you cannot call your own. The zeros of the sun
reach me in their perfect suicide.
— Abreshme
Wooden Horse in Impregnable Troy, Haiku in Unsuccinct Dhaka
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Shadows formed in a cleanliness
you cannot call your own. The zeros of the sun
reach me in their perfect suicide.
— Abreshme
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