that has run away from a lip
and has sat on a lip like a word;
Like a drop of waterdripped from nail
Heart is beating!
into Metro's swamp;
of trapped breath
sweat- raining !
heart beating!
Patiently from the pillow
i pick up your hair--
her to her in bosom
moment’s cuddle;
Behind the window me
Beating
runs fast..!
The butcher is waiting--
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