Obscurity
There is often
a tale of some
that would mean love
their poems went viral
yesternight, perhaps
a cat and rat were
busy eating that soup
till when a story is over
now, came a memory
of something missing
though seems like a dream
didn't transmit well through neck
and instead begs yellow colour
fading
what guess I would not
more dream such in a front
perhaps, now
waving away in enliven nightmares?.
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