《Silent Poetry》Black

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She was lying.

Bloodied sweater, torn books,

Purple scars, black eyes out.

The smoke was thick,

The grass was wet,

and her eyes were black.

And for the first time, the sea crashed down soft,

and I found a home in the black waves

before they hummed death.

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