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No Tears Would Come.


 like a worn out cloth   whose threads make no attempt at tethering together ,   she lay still.   Shaky hands  and weak limbs   too exhausted to move.   battered was her soul   broken, her will   vanquished , her morale   her squeals left trapped in the throat   and yet no tears would come,   only detest,   sharp ,   piercing […]



like a broken toy i carry with me the remains of what use to be a simple joy faith that the heart nursed absurdly sweet buffoonish the wind tossed me brutally and rigorously unmasking the crudeness the materiality i stand alone with barren hands gaping wide dreams slipping away one by one bewlidered now lost […]