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poem: nights
the second gregarious girls come out to the streets
the streets become a jamboree for alter egos and their debutantes
to that sight the gods from above
dissolve into the opaque solar panache
soon after when the luminary man resigns
entrusting Enkidu with an ordinary mission
to make a king believe he is the cause
of his own inhibitions
the girls pray for a wiser partner in crime
one that won’t act up in their limelight
the boys crave for a mother that will
martyr for her child
stripped of the final’s cut privilege
the girls resist their sleepy eyes
they were not made for
circumventing walls vandalized with expensive lipsticks
wearing high heels like a weapon
now they know their soft feet are doomed for
a blistered future on the cobblestone
that’s why when the manic pixie dream girls grow
the moon remains there to mind their rage
A.D is a third culture kid who is on the strenuous quest to reconcile her passion for travelling with her studying French and English at King’s College London. Huge fan of Charles Baudelaire and the New Sincerity movement, she is working on her first poetry collection.
BURNING HOUSE PRESS 
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