Amity

out of this world

Lost

She slipped down the dark hole of grieve

Buried underneath her tears

Swallowed by the quick sand of time

She blends in well,

the darkness in her mind matching the one without.

The ink of love splattered on  her soul.

Haunted in this  life beyond,

now, Inhabits another.

The execration was never lifted.

Maybe in the life after this,

they will awaken and blossom;

Not in this gloomy allay.

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