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Crossed.
Never could she cement her grief
like funeral in noon,dries up in sun but fluid in real drama.
rumoured crowd
is shifting dusty
in roads narrow
she sides road's parallels like a song long ago,
smoking in trance
vapors across her breast
oh the scene!
something swells like it shouldn't
she can't stop,not anymore
and poetry flows like tale
thru needle blunt into veins
invisible own scar,
it soothes just as moon
thick,raising her in its cry
drop by drop
till no more she
feels time.
like funeral in noon,dries up in sun but fluid in real drama.
rumoured crowd
is shifting dusty
in roads narrow
she sides road's parallels like a song long ago,
smoking in trance
vapors across her breast
oh the scene!
something swells like it shouldn't
she can't stop,not anymore
and poetry flows like tale
thru needle blunt into veins
invisible own scar,
it soothes just as moon
thick,raising her in its cry
drop by drop
till no more she
feels time.
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