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Eonian leftover scratches
Eonian leftover scratches
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Rubbing hard against the soul
Leaving no heal on the wound which hath pierced the whole memories.
The thorns as the gallows cracked all the flesh deep into
The bones there into the unseen foibles of mine,
Dragging me into the
Where you call it " insane", but for me
It's the felicity where I lie down to
Assuage the loads hath I carried so far...
