The heart itches with remorse
The soul cannot behold her
For the insensitive response
That accelerates the sorrows
How come a life parted
With parallel moves apart
From my emotions alive
Taking me to a state that dies
Every moment passes through
A rough paper unread
Invisible letters occupies
The past memoire rises
The insane thoughts flies
But falls on the deep ground
Looking at my pains cries
The insensitive part around.
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