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Conspiracy

Conspiracy

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Ignominy 

Has become common, 

Ache  has become 

Bosom friend, 

Silence 

Has become 

the voice of frustration.


I want the azure sky 

To change colours 

To black to drop sirimiri 

To relieve my pain, 

It doesn't agree.


I want Zephyr 

To give me oxygen 

For breath, 

It still holds 

Your perfume.

Everyone becomes 

Accomplice 

To your conspiracy.


To escape, 

Though I walk on 

The meandering road,

Your betrayal 

Gives me a chase. 


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