life, Love


These slanted lines of

the decayed love,

make one final cry

before the final death.

As these crooked lines,

move backwards;

they first wriggle,

and then die a slow death.

Leaving no pain, but mouldy

ashes of unspoken words.

Greenish speckled spots,

imposed on the last

love lines.


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