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girl
Writhing in your eyes
like the heart clutched in fist
a fading glimmer with its tightening grip
each step a stager sideways
and the strength of yearning always
drifting in the sunrise fog
do I so till twilight, till dawn.
an element darting past
streaks of green in my eyes
I cannot tell to toil endlessly
or to look at you now where nothing is felt
which one is more like hell
like the heart clutched in fist
a fading glimmer with its tightening grip
each step a stager sideways
and the strength of yearning always
drifting in the sunrise fog
do I so till twilight, till dawn.
an element darting past
streaks of green in my eyes
I cannot tell to toil endlessly
or to look at you now where nothing is felt
which one is more like hell
Published 16th Mar 2020
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