I miss the threads
that made me shred
the verses of a kind of mess
I went to slumber
in glory craze
with my eyes closed
lost in bodily pain
I was afraid
of losing me
in timeless wade
of sheets of warm company
I lay
with bleak measures
as weak has become
the greater
this is the gravel
I grab on
no more I don't knows
though I'm not there
to accept
you
only wish you a good bye
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