This Belongs to me...
I left the house in April,
How will I return?
I owe the lust of love,
And corrupted by the things imagined.
Alone along the winter nights,
The Freshness pollutes by the dreams of flesh,
Repeated desire dead in spring,
How will I return?
The nectar of life is with in me,
When will my mind ask everything.
Here the leap has never made a music,
I never completed the ransom,
And I never fully won everytime.
From what has been, but always
And anywhere, in Earth or in Moon
The broken limbs, eyes turned away from me.
Little Absorption in the common sense,
Lying restrained, Inactive, In a silent room
Marking time on unknown ground,
While I make faults to hi
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