Poems by BOB GALLO

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  • There,
    deep inside the coal mine was pitch black...

  • The irony in the life’s enthusiasm
    is the cocoon of caterpillars’ transmutation...

  • The space is as the result of
    our disunion...

  • How many worms have you cooped up
    in the beaks of your wide kisses...

  • You don't know the sleuth
    you must've hidden your wrongs from...

  • Just through the cadence
    of withering these flowers...

  • How come is your absence more present than your...
    How come world is suddenly this empty...

  • The war of good and evil
    is the battle of beauty and ugliness...

  • When loud, God is mute
    When we turn silent though God...

  • A poem is the
    iteration of every...

  • How lonely is our
    togetherness in compare...

  • Fleeing from herself
    the giddy kitten of clock...