Living by her own
she tires
on the ground that scribbles her name
she clears the fog to see time again,
every time
before she turns insane
she wonders why the trees look grey
and her hair
silver as the river waves
she walks across the desert of dreams
to reach
where the night falls?
she bares her cloak of childhood stories
and holds the dark to cover her sins
from another life
she hears them scream
and lets this life pass like a dream
and as she walks along this name
next life promise her
her skin shall bear no more shame
and i shall, only, live.
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