s-h-e
thinks with the heads
that snuff
her pride and
chop her sanity down…
s-h-e
sleeps with the eyes
that never agree
with the night breeze
her heart
beats against all the
harmonious rhythms
in her ears…
and the words that s-h-e
heard choke her to dead
leaving her alone…
floundering on the
ground
desperately trying to
find
a pleasant pond
that leads her to the
purple dawn
of
her ultimate bond…
grabbing back her
petrified desire
of
Life
of
Live
of
Love
@ made in poem
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