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Wednesday, November 3, 2010

windows

Windows

Twisted metal bones
Wounded wooden flesh
No blood…
But bloody visions
And above
Covers the glass
Smooth stained skin
Deep and opaque
Like the smiles.

Distilled sighs draws
Pictures of many in the glass
Deep inside the thoughts
Soul performs the purgatorial scenes.

She was outside
Calling out my name in vain
She knew I wont open
And I knew she wont stop
Between the thoughts and morns
In the chest of pain and composure
There was the rain
Callous, cold and hard

I did not saw, her tears,
Dissolved in raindrops
She did not saw mine too
For the glass was deep and wet
Like the meaningless words I roared,,,,


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