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There is No More Warmth

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My wailing
Is only wind
Not empty music
You can hear
No Doppler
Siren song
No melodic
Humming
As I pass
There is no
Warmth
No rhythmic
Drumming heart
.
Dearest Beloved
Should you happen
To listen
Now when
There are
No more words
To be said
You will hear
The same thoughts
Inside your head
As you have
Always heard
While you are
Eternally
Turning away
.
I and all
My words
And thoughts
And music
I and my damaged
Heart and
My fears and tears
Forever unheard
Are howling
Shrieking gales
.
My body once
Warm with love
Is no more
Than a
Wheezing
Bellows
Pumping
Cold winter’s
Whistling winds
So lonesome
So hopeless
Lonesome
Through
Bloodless
Hollow veins
.
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Bear … 01.05.2015
ⓒBearspawprint2015

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