Theres a wickedness inside
she's good
so much sorrow
theres a call
a cry
connected
rushing through.
from the same sand
the flicker
the heat
flowing through me
attempts to extinguish the flame thrives
but not forever.
to be your pillar
fortress
my castle
is the evil too heavy?
The world seems so foreign
and strange
grasping for home
comfort
find it retreating in myself
and blocking off everything else.
Home in his eyes
arms
smell and voice
His
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