Quit a mortal ground, in my latest strands of whimpered a life,
The hays greener here somewhere & in still around..
Dead’s been revisiting-love & life of a has been,
Hold ,me thrill me-love me, like a faced not before dead!
Same the world’s, same love- same plays of age,
Try me-test me-lean on me..the world’s still the less a brutal..
All with me..play on along-take a ride & ask in it a part for me,
Stammer a world’s-of long lost & found,
In memories of hurt, a tale of years borne & gone..
The life of seclude & in thorn of blooded hurt -a thing,
The whimper & in tale’s of you lost & found’
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