Elusion

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  • Auston
  • is not buying it, gravity can't be real.

Elusion


I was nothing but a body.
Perhaps even less.
Don't you recognize me?
uncover our heads,
in the shadow of the gallows.
I wastired of huddling on the ground.
You knew my weakspot,
but I knew you would not betray me.
Without fail,
I eluded.
Empty and dead,
I eluded.

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Poetry is what is lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

Auston’s Poems (12)

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