He is a visitant upon my
forelegs...

She climbed a thousand lives,
experiencing solitude, pain...

On that day you peacefully passed
from your family...

A steady pulse
then everything crescendos...

You worry about being the target again,
a political pawn...

Everything about this night
is wrong: the heat of autumn...

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I've walked countless miles...

.
You've drowned the pain...

I ask myself what I really want from you.
How can I excavate my truth if you are...

You are needed on this Earth,
so riot against the habits...

-
I act as a roaming villager...

I troop past beer-and-sandle
stars, hoping to escalade...