A hit by hiss
A miss by lips
Dipped in wed blood
Left they, themselves
Crawling for cages
Towering tongues
Our cells, their cells
Began selling names
Lame by the times
Misled in trenches
Buried we, our verses
Blame it on the misery
Full moon on the hinges
The carry weight of worms
They keep vomiting light
Unknown of their births
In mild mistakes
They saw each other
Coiled and ripped
Day and night
Their might
It was eaten, and
Frozen by velvets
Not sure, why poison
An empty throat
As we fade
In fingers
Countless
Yet
You
Do
.
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