Bloody Tears
Who is she among us silent
The very thought
that once we hurt and left alone
be lost in intolerable
as no aware follow
when the time is measured
monosyballic and the dawning days
for a death without recurrence
to from me even such a world without her accidental circumstances exist?
of location and color
when the door of truth is correct
all levels covered and tea sets
No,
that are all feints
because every man or woman
therefore may whisper in the wind
tend to madness up to
disappear in itself.
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