I shall suffer a great open wound
When Melancholy tires of me
Wresting free
Her weighty burden
As my constant companion
When to Hold
What if
I just toss it in
Stand here naked
Re-begin
Wounded
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The Burglar
Those WERE my things
And now they’re yours
Or are they in a dumpster
Enlightenment
Magic magic in the sun
Magic let me be the one
Let me see reality
Beyond the vision Eyes can see