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Yes,but lemme finish Susan
Holy sermons,discourse,invocations-
Priest, like one possessed,
Less holy whispering.

It was a pleasure trip
Church at hill-top
Spreading death knell
How come you fail to hear it?
Ancestors lay beneath earth
Waiting our arrival
Your colour sense
Matching arrogant taste
Like amorphous mind.

Chariot of Time fled
Pretended with self deceit,
We loved each other.

Susan, you're right
Lone days and nights
Logical arguments
Crawling anguish
Unanswered puzzles
An eerie frequency,
Structure of Time strangled.

Invocations from distant planes
Your defiance
Not to anoint dirt on them.
We have crossed half our life.
Choked off springs
Gnawing wounds
Burning embers in my chest
We passed the setting sun
Time running short.

I am in a transition between
Life and death,leaving,
Fragrances kept close to heart
We part for good
Me knuckling under-

Yes,Susan
Leave me at the railway gate
Resume your journey
A few minutes walk
Rail roads will take me to
Noman's land.See, we lived a life
Of rail roads.

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