Been in the web of impair
The paths been lost To peace.
My confessions are replies to deny
An indulgence , in the riots of lie
Distress that takes me in like a surf of silver glare
Look what a great womb I bare
Grateful am I , before the memories wing
I can ,
Delve into my being .
Learn from tell
Possessions leaking
No one to hold on
No shoulder to turn .
What about a reminiscence
A muse in me for choice
together me with empty
a cluster of sense in prize..
Anyone ?
A hand lost , unstated in the healing of my needs
Move me please
No body to pass on
No idea to yearn
Judge me in found
For lost maybe mine
abound.
...piece..s..
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