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I lost so much
of your beauty!

A shop with no much
except some necessities.

The tick of every clock with fatigue
Each second returns from the last breath.

A mount within in plains
where tourists feed their cameras
Steal all the inches and flee.

A bed of your decency, I slept
Your dog licked and devoured my arm
I just breathe slowly, slowly,

devotion to your fragrance
You permit me use of your old, dirty shirt.

Like a patient etherized upon a bed
I gaze all your evilness...
and I search a dying soul in you.

Shaded with no color
Let me introduce you to evil.

© Burhan

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