Stuck between visions that bring
nothing but some baseless yearns
and a thought stripped of all thats sane
forgive me now, it's just a game
a must to play, a must to lose
or to admit
all was obtuse
let me be a while and then
check back to see what might be left
of howl of wolves and frosty rocks
flakes of light dancing about
that twisted little spear of lust
wanders in my heart somehow
vein by vein, it hides the pain
when you're not around, not around.
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