A place whose smile lacks teeth,
The weight of a zillion words cast upon I neck
The comfort of skin irks the hand that holds the kin next,
Water thickens, blood martyred in the pool of shy thoughts
The suns’ end showed her face before dew yawned
Before ink kissed the empty sheet of paper,
Before i lips twitched, I words massacred in the dustless shelf
Before it all, the suns end showed her face
Before the mirror whose faces’ shadow lacked sight,
Before I could inhale,
Before it all, the suns’ end showed her face.
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