Those memories disappear like hamlet
leaving unnoticed
that hit my heart like a mallet
feeling like a body thronged among cactus
bruises spots my skin and they rest in pieces
the sound i hear is not gone impulse
chirping of the crickets sounds like tears
i wished the femur never met the humerus
it seems to be the two different rivers in the west africa
your love is hard to solve.its a calculus
i hate, cos its varies..........like a breast
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