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Time stood in shrill turf

fetching me to unbidden ordeal.

My thoughts are ensconced

in my puffy eyes,

gravid with white yearnings

pouring unhurried to twitch

my acumen



Tomorrow seems long and wide

I await the time passing in the dark

this hiatus is slitting my heart

and draining my blood



it ricochets my pain in murmurs

filling my cushions with Hades like cotton

I hope the wind will usher my plea

for my love to wait for me