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Mazhun Idris

 

 

 

 

 

 

SHE OR HER

 

I could not know her name.

Yet I feel it in my eyes,

When I think of her careless beauty,

That was beneath a lucid look.

She was soul-moistening and sedate.

She struck sadly-pleasing jiggles in my heart.

Did you hear her voice?

She stuffily whistles,

With an O-mouth and a V-tongue.

She rifted my vacuum,

With a weightless air,

That reduced my breath,

Until I see her again.