Me:
The
fire of the past is over
Smoke
is still warm
I
find our past rising up to the sky
Like
a half dead snake
Her:
The
fire still burns
Incinerating
Windows
of the past
Smoke
encircles the ashes of their demise
The
half dead snake has fallen down
Its
remnants seeping into the ground
In
the intervals of flood and rain
Me:
I
mourn my past like an abandoned cat
I carry a dead child
inside me
(written with MD)
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