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Seems I have lost a language

I couldn’t walk in the crowd

and I couldn’t lift my head

to read your eyes

seems it is an unhealable wound

tears falling out of the fingers of mine

in a moment of

as a rushing river

or as a shot by an invisible gun

like an arm like broken wings

its up, and down

Seems it is not a loss of an expression

but something unknown

unknown of alienation

burnt out of inside dark

there, or not there

a candle dwindling in its expiring

with pale with no hope

with flaws with forever incurable

with darkness and without salvation Will I forever be expelled out of your world like Israelites

and there is no word to spell its own genuineness