A Mantle Pride
savage emptied the face, showing dirt that
keep a pride and twisted as it roasted
in a cylinder with free
eaten yet happy, feast for a coming day
place in the gray storage waiting to be open
and be display
worth leave nothing than a smell of sour
perfume, with no complaint the whole day
becomes common hour to stay
oh! come for just a moment, ride in a mantle
that made you safe and sleep, set yourself
as you leave today with me
poem by Antonio Liao
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