Against me , 't was my song
Too long world stood strong
This expectance , emitted existence
Soft air of love , knew not of
But far aloft inundated grains
Breezes damp land, tis the hand
That quakes carnal instinct
Willing wet wolves of my resistance
Crying the quenched need to sing
No more, but mere land
No land but within a dream
No illusions but of chasing sand
Through this hole ,for some small
Mine is old, see it grow
When I'm one with you
You'll see it shrink
This hole in heart's blue
Fires wrinkles and fades
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