Lies are mysteriously drawn on a wall.
A map of the curved country
The dense red ink points its whetted edge.
The shrill of a trembling figure with dishevelled hair,
Entrapped in chains, purging off penance.
The jinx of her bitter wailing vibrates in the stuffy air.
And the posters with unique signs etch your suffocation.
Lost harmony stains your sleeve with purple spots.
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