Unless crudely calloused away with sin when
my imagined prisoner all but reaps can
he digest the inquietude within whilst I
restlessly wait in absence of sleep.
Seems an infinite mile this rile inducing plight all
thoughts provoking my parting each night.
Though nonexistent, your word so far true with
no other to compare I crossed my heart with an i.o.u.
The damaged reflection hides minds question within. One restless night is all I'd ask of you again.
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