Her pain

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I wish to dissolve in her sacred departed tears
Tears which is  pure holy uncertain definite drops
Expunged heart is bleeding, eyes never rest I know
Wearied holes hanging eyelid and eyelash ready to shed

Ecstasy of rage in her drops, i can see but never burn
Crimson flowers blooming in her eye pit with no fragrance
I've found cold in her drops , I've found winter in her cheeks
Reddish cheeks decayed, darkness in the wag of it's flow

Salt watered sea hidden in her eyes,Now it's leaking for me
Dead Dreams like swimming fishes,i can see it in her sea
Hopeful sun has gone, now long night in her silent sea
Being her tears means being her pain, pain never ends so me

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