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Written on my tombstone
A memoir of flashes and bones
Under the rubbles of fidelity,
Buried a body of detachments
Soul-craving cells of her costume
Dyed crimson with hues
Of heart nectar
Passed away to hell,
Driven by the illusions
Of paradoxical heavens
This cemetery is absurdly
Ashamed of having her!!!
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