I had dreamed of you
Night after night, the giant swirling black nucleus laying beneath the skull
Pluck, pluck, pluck and rows are gone
Mine own scars gaping without a tear
Wrath and sorrowful express lay in a twisted knot, a conquest not yet fulfilled
Barren and misshapen
But looking back with full fields now
When did I stop seeking for you - the globe of unwanted change?
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