The more I see its
Darkness that hides
With rage and regret
And that crucify your thoughts
And asks if ‘you’ can
Free yourself from scavengers all around
Whether love that ‘you’ need
Or lust that ‘you’ want
And rest with all
Those disguise your feelings
And chartered in to grief
That surrenders……………..
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