crazy little copse
winding road, inhibiting
my life
a gem
set in stony hearts
'n broken wings
taken into my grasp
never tell me
how to overcome
coincide
struggle through
conquer the days
of nights
that ramble into the telling
of the pawns
i climbed upon
stairs
each one to the next
always seeping tar
always losing my heel
my grasp
falling to the cutting blade
shame
in your device
i wander through
up and down
through hallow visages
seeking some light
to cleanse the dark
nirvana
wished upon
voyage never conquered
in death
shall be alive
in truth
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