Lost, here is nowhere Searching home still Turning past me, all are gone Time is now The omen showed, took me away Preparations are done, this can`t last The mere reflection brought disgust No ordeal to conquer, this firm slit It sheds upon the floor, dripping into a pool Grant me sleep, take me under Like the wings of a dove, folding around I fade into this tender care
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