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splatters afresh of crimson hallucination,
the blood,MY blood is soaked with wounds...
it itches,it aches,it flows..it splashes
but tell me thee..does it LOVE??
with turbulent calm,it seeps my head
drop by drop,drop by drop...
each SPLASH ripples my insides
and rips apart the FROZEN heart
the ice figurine,that pumps my blood
stops the TICK....it does not feel
and sets AFREE my captured soul,
it belongs to no one but ME.
sphinx
somewhere in sands of the desert A shape with lion body and the head of a man, A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun, Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds. The darkness drops again; but now I know That twenty centuries of stony sleep were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle, And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?...W.B.Yeats
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