You sound
Big ears
To my feet, yet
I find nowhere
of your whereabout
My friendliness
Got a theft
In the dark
of this crowdy nights
Trailing your dust
Why do I, then
Sculpt
Your foggy form
Partly
As you crumble my wish
Priding my blindness
to your million dreams
Wanton I live
Fraying my body
from rags to ratchet
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