I called her six times,
She didn’t responded
I felt like it was,
For litres of my blood was drying.
My twelve ribs were broken,
All ten fingers shivered
Twenty one feet of my
Intestine was crying.
One thing amused me,
My heart was still pumping
I asked him, he replied,
And now I was jumping.
He said I am no longer,
In your control now,
All my four valves,
In her service, working
You should try once more,
She’ll pick I am sure
I called, she picked
Where I was even god was searching
My two eyes shined
Filled with tears
This time I too But
With pleasure, crying
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