That time, he was my friend
He cuts out of his body, to build a wall, between me and her
Gradually, transparency fades, till it becomes opaque, and I get cured
Sometimes, a different woman comes, and climbs that wall
She extends her long hair
I find myself climbing, along her cues to the balcony, without my will
I watch terrible events
I get sick, cannot recover, without passing, a coma state
Since my beloved came
These different women
became bald.
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