Together they were to sing and dance, to eat and play
Welded hearts they loved, were when they.
One's pain the other parched, one's joy the other carved.
A symphony was life when death on them laughed.
One dark diurnal on road they stood,
When rammed by the car were thrown,
She screamed, she shrieked, she wailed, she wept: his soul
The death divorced her: from the dripping red, from the corps torn.
Dribbling her tears into his red dented visage
She clenched him, she sensed him for one last time
As he ceased away from her arms
Into the calmness of calms
Away from all
Into the corridors of silence.
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