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Epitaph
( Mom)

She left.
…
She left behind my unrest
My sun dies, my heartache beats
Nothing in me rests
All scars’ scars fleet
Play dead without a break
Overtune my discord harmony
Pitilessly play a part within me.

   Poetry tastes bitter
   Volte face it gets
   Verse rhymes oohs
   And woes versifies what's,
   In me, left.

@So called poetry of Biba