and I shed tears.
to musical notes.
until they became words.
blazing behind my eyes.
gone was comprehension.
while the afterlife awaits?
death walks astray.
sunny days turn meek.
but the curls didn't want to go away.
fading the unblemished marks between my legs.
is the cure of many restless days
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