And out the tents;
Her confidence descended,
Choking the dust;
She pours out her throat to the earth.
O' Winter Fairy of No Names
Her free-will thrust the soil;
She finds a place to bury her tears.
A woman with no name on the street;
A parasite with a deep shadow;
Like a Bull's manure cakes;
She will decay and be gone,
Like a Rose's petals; S
he will slowly fall down
And be swallowed by the night's vision;
live again in the intestines of the unknown.
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