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Wil Kavi

Wil Kavi

The secret

Come out,
come out,
wherever you are.
I know you’re in here.
You dirty little secret.
 
Nibbling and munching away
at the edges of my soul;
like some voracious parasite
smart enough to know
I must stay alive,
or it will surely die.

Altre opere di Wil Kavi...
Tears for thee

I read such woeful words penned by a fallen brother; his message cut me deeply. He prayed to all that’s holy that he might cry again.
Abandoned

My beloved, she has abandoned me. What’s left is a stark white canva… that repels application of hue or… Hopelessly, I gaze into the bleak… She is gone,
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Where I end

I’ve been so afraid to speak these heartfelt words. This secret has been kept so well, from myself, by myself,
 1
Desert dwellers

For those who only know oasis it must be difficult to fathom another way of life beyond the wal… amidst the shifting dunes. Those that follow gypsy trails
Touching you

Late at night; another helter-skelter day, having flown off unexpectedly into alien domains of disarray. So many urgent moments
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The abyss

Who of you will follow where I’m bound to go? None that I can see. None that I can name. No-one that I know.
Step right up

I hide here behind a genuine misbelief that I am special, I am different I and only I

Sometimes I worry what you’ll thi… about these words I spew upon this… Not often. Not for very long. What of the form and structure?
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Light of truth

Who am i to bare my soul with thee… and challenge all that you believe… I share from deep within my being as if my father speaks through me. I see these words of love and merc…
Time

Time wears away at me, like water on a stone, oh, so slowly, but inevitably, drop by drop,
Nothing less

Sweet Mary Jane bade me follow where she led. I went eagerly. She was my life’s one true love. All the others,
Only ever thee

My garments have been stripped awa… along with any hope of tender merc… These feet made bare and sorely bl… It’s time again to bear your earth… Still it seems you know not what y…
It did not happen

I am seven years old. My brother is ten. The beating was brutal. My brother is recovering conscious… I believed he was dead.
glosa....'The Beggar and the Woman"

Neon lights buzzed in staccato out… Sleep seemed something I dare not… I took myself looking to ease my a… keeping to steamy side-streets and… heading for the part of town beyon…
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Sweet Mary Jane

I stole myself away from thee and me, for love of sweet Mary Jane.



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