Among it

Glancing, life was a burial procession

I melted with the crowd toward the grave

A yell from ground raped my toes

Aware now, all other paces elsewhere go

Immune, yet victim I gaze to see

The nearest unknown surrounding me, I felt

I touched her nail in the coffin

Love, said I

The dusk arrived to blind the sight.


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