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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