Why did my affection faded away
Infront of crowdy highways
Was that that dim
That he had to survive alone in him
Was not I a piece of him,
Was not I a piece of him ?
-s.b.
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Resonance
PoetryShe is a corpse Living with marks On her flesh And a little more mess.
04.a piece of him
Why did my affection faded away
Infront of crowdy highways
Was that that dim
That he had to survive alone in him
Was not I a piece of him,
Was not I a piece of him ?
-s.b.
