every word unspoken and spoken thereof
shall take a turn and bite you tough
so in silent repentence you
kindled by the awaken spirit
carouse your entierty to blithe
and aye I sit here dreaming high
of wasted months and wasted years
kindered feelings sans moments
sans lives sans beatitude
alas the only hope
a teardrop in the eye
you wake in your sombre dream
and
you soar up high like the limitless sky
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