She came in through the chair,
beside me she sat on the door.
When I set my heart on her,
My eyes skipped a beat.
She was beautiful from the roots of her feet,
To the sole of her hair.
She walked gracefully on such beautiful arms,
Her feet swayed by the sides of her body.
But wicked death took me up into hell,
but I am forever alive for her beauty took me down into heaven.
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INSOMNIA
PoetryDolor refers to the feeling of sadness. X is about Malcolm X and the fight against oppression of black people. Necessitudo finita means 'this is the end of our union'.
