The city breaks me,
when you try to bury memory
in the feral woods.
*
Pains shall not buy
the tears as an evidence
of endless slaying.
*
There was no time
to halt between life and death.
Someone pulls the string.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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