9 march 2013
Indistinct
Watery became the eyes,
-blurrier grew the sphere.
Sparkles turning dimmer,
-nearby me grows colder.
Wept the tear I shed
_beheld back to the void.
Dripped it on the ground
-and frozen it became.
Hunted the one to blame
pointed finger had no name.
Destined, you were before,
but I am to you no more.
-Nr.
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