That Service Wasn'T Set About You
some other characters took the main role
you are
were
as important as the dust
in which fire converted the flesh that used to cloak your soul
but
you'll become a tree
they're transmuted in a pillar of shame
(hope their conscience will whip them daily)
all the time there was a smile upon my face
(know how you loved to laugh)
only in that second
when your name emerge out of that river of worn out words
the iris become a lake
and the sight brought forward
the vision of you
simultaneously painful and healing
I'll wear you as the Holter monitor
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