Ordinary Tragedy
One couple of days, the silver lining is always present
sited, I looked out at the window, neck is bent
always, behead me so neatly, swiftly, bloodless
leaving me naked, standing there lying, on the floor, breathless.
One bright day, the haunting blade is absent
I finally received the mail you sent
upon discovering what's inside
out of its mouth, it poured out landslide.
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