Eleven Years

There you lie, full of rust

Royal gentleman in this classroom photograph,

Holding my greasy sepiolite hands,

Ready to play kung-fu

Remember the days we fought for chocolate cashew,

If only I could hear the cacophony ,

Before you bade adieu;

There amidst seas of blue,

the flaming pink star,

My best friend , little drops of dew

That was all I knew;

The world, it was to them, you lied

I would rather seek nada,

In an enemy’s kiss,

Childlike skulls keep faint snapshots;

Can you smell the basketball sweat left ,

aromas of abundant ashes recall

The creamy days we ate chocolate cashew

Like the blanket of galaxy

and a twinkling envelope ,

amidst seas of blue,

the flaming pink star,

My best friend, little drops of dew,

That was all I knew…

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