A Silent Wave
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Silver coins beside the origin
The eyes of pearls in margin
Wearisome looks over me
Originated a margin we.
Petals of pink on brightness
The sweetness in darkness
Wholesome wave of her explosion
Stopped at once after our inclusion.
Image of pointed silence
A breath's pointed violence
Never the easy of air in me
Washing helpless changes in me.
Unarmed war of her
Beyond the scraps of our love
I am empty in this world
Splitting empty in emptiness.
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