Resting, unlaid, dissatisfy with matters,
beyond my control
consolidate feeling,
boiling within a repress vision.
Within inner temples,
I see my dissipated self.
Lonely, fearful
peace once rest so easy.
But where does it lay.
Within my
arms, once held beauty.
Evaporated scenes, unheard of.
Still waiting…
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