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Autumn moon― in full grace. I have

Like half-brother moon was following me.

You were not listening, when I said―

The widow was still mourning, after the causality of my belief,

Brutal. Another lover too. Four-letter words kill.

I don't want any applause. Think. think on

The dusk panics. Molten ash stings, bearing

This was not physical. Which part of your

A wreath of skulls you want to hang on the wall.

You hide behind the words. It was my priviledge