taking off those corase cloaks
underneath the sun bare bodies flock
hanging from a string of words
the verse bleeds, the rythm chokes
no sky no earth no clouds to see
clinging to a piece of rock
no open sea no stream no lake
tantalising, my tears mock
bereft of blood how do i write
my pen "Mirage" is a dired up stock.
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hmmmmmmmmmmm
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