Oft, in the solitude,
memories drip their flavor.
Flavor creates the aroma
leaving me no choice but to savour.
But that flavor…
tingles nothing but adds
grief that eyes shed
entrails inside, drop by drop
gushing ahead to shrieks of silence
the surety made to be unnoticed
and clear stays the glance.
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