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Graveyard Of Bruises
Peering deep into the wounds,
I stood there, fearing, dispersing,
Loosing, the fine melancholy
The decorum of the countenance
Nevermore!
They started eating my flesh, separated
There wasn't blood anymore
But the bulging veins and nerves,
Clotted so black
Is this the pain of the perpetuity?
The life living in a lively grave
Like a living tale fibbing there wide alive.
© aLINE
I stood there, fearing, dispersing,
Loosing, the fine melancholy
The decorum of the countenance
Nevermore!
They started eating my flesh, separated
There wasn't blood anymore
But the bulging veins and nerves,
Clotted so black
Is this the pain of the perpetuity?
The life living in a lively grave
Like a living tale fibbing there wide alive.
© aLINE
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