Where wild berry and petals grey
Grow
By i side
The moons shadow mimics I
Gesture
I skin
Living on borrowed scars from
Last night sweet tear drops
I voice
Silently loud carried by swallows
Above hills rocky and thorny noise
I mind blushes
A pair of ripened breasts
Staring at I ego
I slow breath
I conscience tickled, second guessing
I way through life's broken bridge
Dead,
The feet treading upon naked dreams
Where I whispers hatch
I thoughts ache
It's a million colours on I pallet
For in the end I find I life in a
Vessel broken
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