Cemetary days, crawling on the beach searching for glass.
Symmetrical sounds ricochet from your ears, reaching your hands horizon.
Lingering thoughts spew out of a gas chamber suffocating your mind
Like love that is lost the process repeats it's self until you conform to the horror.
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A sublime start with a nice poem, AlSerri. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.