Poem: It's you once more

Most times I wonder how it happens, could it be 'A dark sullen being with eyes as sharp as night and voice as cold as droplets of water from a fragmented sky. Its claws going deep like the seas and loose breath presently present. Heavy steps pressing through humanity  searching for fragile customers. Noone  desires such visits but it strapped young  Lucy of her hands and tattooed stamps  over the tenderness of her youth. Aunty  was taken. she left totally In love with my fresh stew, always wanting just more. While in love with the freshness of greenness, she left. I never stopped imagining her withering hands holding his caped dark wear beckoning on hope. It was death standing in the depth of growth. It's you once more.
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