Pit-a-pat, a tiny & blur her brains that I’d want to knuckle at..
The world she sees in me- a misery & in surreal that she reels in,
It’s no longer the same, an outline that I wake up of me against,
Never apt at keeping a scarlet, the blood I gush in her against!
Archipelago, the real world & I the current that carries some sands,
Yearns a kite like a gush of stray a wind that stinkers.
The hunted a life, the worlds pleasures much marooned than golden some sands,
It’s been waged, the battles..the life’s been saved, in few trifles..
The hurt of new a battered an eyelid-the hurt of that new sun’s stand,
But I am a bewitcher, kurbash as silent in the hands of a whipper!
The hope will take a place of better a new tomorrow,
The world is astray of life bitter sweet & so sorrow.
Help a world that you see me in cajoled, see the eyes that had me hold,
It’s all I see in hate, the sights of trains passing through frail a gate!
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