SCREAMING AROUND THE COMEORT Of HER PILLOW
WITH PAIN OF TEARS VANISHING AWAY
SHE SCRAMBLED AWAY TO EVANESCENT ALL HER REMINISCING
CARRYING TONS OF PAIN IN HER WOMB
SHE MEANDERED TO HIDE IT IN WOODS OF LIFE
THE PAIN SHE LIFTED EACH DAY, SACROSANCT HER TROUBLES
IN THE WONDER OF SHEER FASCINATION
SHE LOSE ANTICIPATORY ELEGANCE OF INTIMACY.
IN THE BURDEN TO PROVE HER EXISTENCE
SHE LOST THE PULCHRITUDE OF HER AGE
THE DESIRE OF CONDOLENCE
PUSHED HER IN ARCHILLES HEEL,
WITH THE HOPE OF EVACUATING TO THOUSAND MILES
AWAY IN THE FLAMBOYANT OF DEEP RAVINE,
SHE SEEKS FOR THE REAL CHARISMA OF HER LIFE
IN A CLANDESTINE VALLEY OF HER DREAMS
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