I try to write
And words are shot down
By headless arrows
From stringless bows

I search the empty attic
It's full of priceless trinkets
My brows labour
To form a creaseless frown

My formless thoughts
Homeless residents
Sincerely wry, become
A paperless origami
Composes music of a stringless guitar
Speaks words with conflicting syllables
They loyally desert me
In sorrowful glee
Like my beloved

I'm numb
With a painless suffering
As pressed flowers thirst for tears
I unwillingly comply
For my beloved



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