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O' vertical ray The scent of cut grass carries the sunlight upon me catches me sitting, waiting for the days to end Until at last a day which comes I will not be solitude's company but instead with another... ...... What virtues or vices find me this condition? extremity a day-dream cobwebs or the mere impatience that won't let it's grip from my every thought The day is plentiful there is everything to consume but as always there is something so important absent... ... his absence that I am missing No fairey-tale can humor me or distract only remind of my own tale that doesn't exist or as well exists but has forgotten to invite me in her episodes I need a vesper or a religion to swallow me so that I can feel something else other than this time passing When will the petal among many find me and give me infinite pleasure? Will it exist if I allow it? |
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