the warmth in my chest met sorrow
and crept to a corner to hide
dismayed by the darkness that it could not abide
i wanted all the love i found
adherent to my side
but every crime my hands caressed, for each act were they tried
now the wind is in my face
and my face knows no disguise
i see myself and where i lie and i beseech myself to rise
just rise
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