Half-naked,
the ears,
the Noise,ripped off
hers.
Coming out of opinions,traditions and blames,
eats off death metal
foe supper ,the Noise.
Urges,cries and shouts,
comes off her,
the ashes beneath the flames ,
and comes out,finally
a Voice,
out of the blue,
a rather Naked one.
A rather naked one,
not as strong or bold was the Noise,
over which won,
the defeated half-naked ears,
lost everything in everyone,
her,in the quiz of current affairs,
mastered by us,you and me,
still,broke,her,gets stronger,into the finals,
wins again,over her,donating all her shares
of yet audible fears.
(just like every other poetry here,copyrighted by me)
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