feels cold
eyes once luved lone,now that of stone.
cannot even be read,
of that of gaze.
whisphering lips....
better sealed or glued,
than looking so sweet,
and yet cannot say.
loving body...
turned into meat,
lying in cold..
sleeping on sand.
it pains for her,that,
even the loviest
pass through same road,
even the bravest..
eats same meal.
its cooked for every,
eaten yet,by MANY,
and EVERY must eat..
even the mouth speaking forth.
i fear thou not,
cos its inevitble!
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