Her scuffled eyes with dripping water
His unsung tunes streak her creator
Her agonizing yellow cover over the droplet heart
In the trap pocket of her bluish jacket is he caught???
He wonders her scaly dreams now on her lips
Though once in her aroma was called tips
The deaf creator heard you from a millon
The words trod you among the billion
Her glimpse over the edge of his hands
Between which was the dipping heart which he displays
Her phone shattered his visceral lines
And her blink, the coccyx of his heart
He makes the tries to make his piles
Waiting for the bullet flies
Her head on floor during the sounds
His eyes go round around her folded hairs
Her walking toes like butterfly she rows
Carrying the pack among her fingers
She faded away like broken stars
He drop to floor his Trembling knees.
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