Eyes burn
given birth to a century untold.
Her skin works wonders on the foul brain dish
dirty, unkepted
unknown
Outnumbered still by the pests of old
whoever knows wherever she went to
please design a set of keys for me to
unlock
destroy
this uncommon sense that has overriden the fog I seem to be lost in.
Everything starts anew and grand
but ends in the ancient farewell
More like a unwanted end
More like a burial
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