So she died


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I lighted a candle,
and it got burnt,
at the eve of dawn,
I read not liquid;
but blood of a human.

She was dead, dead,
and cliche was her dread,
I see the new candle dying,
younger beyond limitless,
I am dead!
and so is she! 

Licking my purple,
tears of a ghosting soul,
my life wanders away,
As the sways take them away;
beyond being seen by eyes,
am still dead!
and so is she!

The Village Thinker © 2014

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