Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Buried under the chasm of your mind
all those regrettable wastes!
 Where would you run my darling
from the memories of sunset  ?
and some vermilion sunrise
your animal close up,
Or that reflection  of surprising agony
of nearness
face to face
Where do you think  you would hide your tears ?
We all would return
with the procession of corpses
and their memories
Their groans
Their grunts
to the disfigured graveyards,
Wouldnt we  ??

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