Through autumn in spring,

Blossoming with ambivalent conclusions,

She burnt with words, abysmal.

Drab immortality broken amongst leaves,

Words destructed, words resuscitated.

Disciple of the psychedelic cult,

Au Naturel.

Remanents of a bordello’s bride;

The ever resounding yell, of uncanny spaces, lost in ephemera.

Lessons learnt on broken strings,

I rip you from my trenches;

And flood in my routine.

The wave of my expressions overwhelm me

They will drown you as well.

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