Crystal wall. Avarice.
Prone on sod in profusion
I'm missing you. Misbelief.
Theatrics of delusion.
I mesmerized by own rave
I persuaded that it is true
My sanguine sap evaporates
But I for ever dote on you
No demons, no lions,
I'm dying in your hands again
Verdict done. Execute.
Put me at the pillory
I'm missing you. I've got due
I and me... and memory
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