Inside, it spoke,
A cry for reminisce,
A halt; rest, let my soul have peace.
The river bed,
It overflows,
With water white,
Looking alright,
A subtle scent,
From underneath,
Hidden inside,
Emotion's knife.
Slowly - again - waters will subside,
Let river flow, carrying my wallow,
These days will end,
My comfort return,
When I no longer chew,
The much I've bitten.
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