Wandering alone in a dark lonely wood,
Above me the glittering stars...
Below me the coarse path ...
Inside me a musing soul...
A solitude soul with frigid fleshy beat,
the breeze out is not as crisp as my heart pumping inside...
living in my own delusion
coz none found here to hurt me,
Though I am alone where no one can reside ...
Hoping for the light to ooze through the wound, which finds no reason who made it...


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