Poems by Xaque

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  • Privileged as I was to pass through the country
    on a slick set of foreign rubber...

  • Cliche 1

    Paraphrasing a pretty poem;
    I pluck paper pedals...

  • I'm in bed all day/
    I got nothing to say...

  • Understanding one another
    is cliche...

  • When I focus mentally
    On everything...

  • I remember you
    bandaged...