Withdrawn under the night sky
Withdrawn in words
The whiff of suddeness, has gone.
The quick humour emanates with hesitance

Concoted miseries
no, there is no torment
no woe

It stinks of the death of the green new leaves that were still sprouting.
It dies
It dies

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