Poem : Flowers of Fume

It is a grim gloom garrison flower

It is a gory gauge of flesh and fume

It is a spell of sorrow and sordid seams

It is a sacred seam of silent spectacles

It is a broken bliss of binary beagles

It is a nascent nose for numismatics

It is burning all the olives from oceans

It is beaming all the orchids from opiums

It is a voyage of voices and vestiges

It is a visage of veneers and veins

Let it ensemble, encircle and enmesh

Let is entice, entangle and entwine

An ode to the ontological occults

An olive to the ominous opinions

Origin of silences

Origin of slavery

Origin of serpents

Origin of stalkers

Origin of August

A Burning Man!

A Burden Man!

A Bruised Man!

They are with you

They are onto you

They are upto you

The nemesis of netherlands!

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