I had left to the hollow
In bottled paws, famished legs.
That dove smears the marrow
And sends stagnant moon's dirges
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Past on double bladed edges has left us
Yet beckons on us to come back
We wished we can in fuss
Looking at the pains which rubbed our back
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Love has become a scary war party
Yet a fight in tango out of bitterness we merry.π€
A pot had by far been broken in meπ
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I wandered in the bush of love
Barefooted for stinking decades;
Only a shadow i could behove
With thorns whipping me as barricades
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My clothes socked with dreams
Like a rat that fell into apool
And the eyes eager as sponge
Luring and lurking in the stolen urge of the night
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"Why we leaved where we are"
The roads are silent earlobes
Hope no longer drive its lorries
And drift of amputated wind
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