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Rated: E · Poetry · Drama · #2232625
A man can't bear his lost loved one for some reasons

A thousand miles to your grave stepping stone

Imagine my fault it was. Rough...

A mountain spikes as your late resting bone

Visualize I called unjust. Slough...

Beauty or Beast, your look is important?

Essence of your life seems little

Kindness or Vice, your jouk is recurrent?

Presence of your mire keeps brickle

Trek - my only objective of penance

Entrust my tool to your frailty

Encrust my ruin to your bailey

Yet... my holey connective is remnant

The dusk spots I, eyes reflect its mirage

One last sunset uniquely glares

The must log die, night effects rich brillance

One mass foxfire deathily glazes

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