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Lipogrammatic Poem

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This Poem is written without the letter “a”.

By Omar Muaz

In the green city of North
exist numbers of blood suckers!
they suck our bloods,
grind our bones,
crucify our innocent children
In dim of our eyes.

Do not trust love
in owl’s eyes I see piety,
in ostriches, I see eight bosoms
ostriches love with one, two to eight
owl hunts throughout its nights
in deserted cemeteries.

Sky is blue,
night is dim, gloomy
blood is red, milk is white
sun scotches,
fire burns
wind blows.

He who spots the first letter
of English set-of-letters
from top to the following
lines of this poetry
gets the wiggle-room for
choking me to loss of oxygen.

Hip upon hip, lips upon lips,
thighs upon thighs, fuck!
she threw me to die
when she found cup of wine
resembled the mug of bitter lemon.

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