He shares his self arranged alphabets
The conventional signs that are
Not the same to others as to himself.
The feelings shared with convenient deceptions
Half said and half unsaid
Concealed under the broken breast
The words conceived from scars bleed faithfully
Inside the concrete walls of the heart
His love cannot see hope from any angle
Freedom asleep under the cold blanket
Of the errorless sin of an humble wanderer
The heart compels to weep the compassion seen in the tears
Length mocks the breadth
Breadth mocks the height
In the solitary confinement of an unseen crime
To exploit the grief.
Dark blood and cold flesh of death
Have made undone all the sighs
Of the violet face inside the blackened walls.

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