Here's something that I found lying in my room. It is a poem written on 30th October 2005 in the dead of the night when I could not go to sleep. While I do not profess it to be any good, I thought it would be interesting to feature a literary fragment from my past.
Dreams of Past Pursuits
Flashes of dreams
in an unfortunate time,
that haunts and gave
me its worth of dime.
I rendered it as a hopeless
pursuit and sobered.
Yet it still haunts me
with intentions of a pervert.
Tell me now, O sickening things!
I aborted you and yet
you still leeched.
So tell me now, what
do you want from me!
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