PANORAMIC CUE

Reason shout in joy
For the birth of long deaths
A shadow of the nightmare
Still speak in drenched tones
Do you not see the heart frets
Even from the weak blood breaths
Where these feeling wear-tear
Like rotten buried bones
If secret rites still employ
I smell loneliness under the pelt
love absent or now gone

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