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Wanted to write more lines for you
My selfish self in drugs consumed
Void emotion, despite commotion
No strength to overcome

And visit you do in my head
At night asleep, the book of the dead
You do not forgive me in those dreams
Fight hard, for what was lost
The slivered streams
Guilt did not leave me lean
Waking, felt unclean

Anger erupts, perspective lost
Torched and burned
Dusted off
I am no butterfly
All but a helpless moth
Yet drawn to flame
That’s the price, the cost

Rest I cannot
You rotate round again
The Jay that lingers
Oath broken end.

Yakka

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