Intensely searching through the night.
Another resting spot to provide...
my awareness...
Invite me to your gathering
nobody needs to know...
Leaving the scars that I cherished
out of reach to meet my shore
viewing only my disguised respiration
ever perfect, ever pure
Welcome, honey, to your tomb
instead of nails...
touch it, you might love it
humble servants only stare
Yes...
only I could read
unsaid words
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