: malaysia cabin air,
amsterdam - jakarta
the sky is dark
covered in dripping ink jet that
dissolve the flicker of a
thousand stars
unceasing roar of turn
on a pair of blades
screams seemed to call home
and traitors
still wielding daggers
grin
offend
sky stays the same
when memories fade
shed without a trace in space
empty
- all fraudsters
finally free of the dwarf
momentarily smug testify
and fell
buried lonely ....
Notes on a journey
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