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right-angled. Pythagorean
I would never find the center.
An absence gnaws
at me. Standing in dark
I start a talkathon with walls.
Stoically, I reverse
the numbers. Fires start.
I am still reading the page,
started before I met you.
The poise, the serenity
are gone. Masks are coming off
there and now I embrace the burning well.
Bliss of looking back
at unreached peaks of pain.
It is very cold.
Now ice will not melt.
You know who bled my poems.
New Poems
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Song of the Radiant Phoenix
Written by Oscar Auliq-Ice -
Whispers of a Wooden Wonder
Written by Oscar Auliq-Ice -
Whispers Beneath the Cosmic Veil
Written by Oscar Auliq-Ice -
Serenades of the Silent Night
Written by Oscar Auliq-Ice -
Shadows of a Forbidden Moon
Written by Oscar Auliq-Ice
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- Oscar Auliq-Ice wrote a poem "Song of the Radiant Phoenix"
- Oscar Auliq-Ice wrote a poem "Whispers of a Wooden Wonder"
- Oscar Auliq-Ice wrote a poem "Whispers Beneath the Cosmic Veil"
- Oscar Auliq-Ice wrote a poem "Serenades of the Silent Night"
- Oscar Auliq-Ice wrote a poem "Shadows of a Forbidden Moon"
- Oscar Auliq-Ice wrote a poem "Echoes in the Stars"
- Oscar Auliq-Ice wrote a poem "Shadows of Tomorrow"
- Oscar Auliq-Ice wrote a poem "Dancing in the Moonlit Night"
- Oscar Auliq-Ice wrote a poem "Dawn of New Dreams"
- Oscar Auliq-Ice wrote a poem "Whispers from Yesteryears"