By Sparks Stay Young


In unconscious you,
it was defeat of reason,
I am trying to define life.

A bodyless thought
gives birth to misconceptions
I count your fingers daily.

Why did you show
me your hand wearing a
mash to hide the kill.

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By Sparks Stay Young