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Oct 2019
Her flesh, a captive of words.
Her life, an interpretation of soul.
Nettles split the skin and lift


As we brush aside this side of the road.

Rejuvenating old memories from when
We first met; silent walks, sharing thoughts
On death in eidetic smirks.

Two figures, lit white by the streetlights,

Like the florets of the dandelion--
Disbanding from their headquarters
Β Β To float and be peacefully dead for a while.
Written by
J J  20/M/UK
   John Thomas Tharayil and Joey
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