crushed into the grounds
headaches fainting into heartaches
her silence accused justified reasons
colder than an icicle on wastelands
trepidly walking through as eyes burns
dusted with fowl smell of loneliness
skin scaling from those curses
damned, cast away to forsaken gardens
a pariah, conceals my leper face
into darkness, my affectionate darkness
no more dwelling with the gods
nor with whirling fickle fairies
shuns all dwelling life forms
occupied by hymns and chants
to heal the disarranged stars
renewing its positions and glitz
that will provide me directions
and succumb the last beat to silence...
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