Whole June past away
not a single word
I could phase
scars are haunting
dreams of death
memoirs unmasked
intense wound
bloody pain
Silent scream
now watching my grave
carried away
with furious flames.
If there's a way
to control the time
every blink of second
to be captured in mind
spil that sand
from the glass of hour
to separate the pain
for now and forever.
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