Your unbreathing sleep.
Is mine to keep.
Nothing lives 'cept my harm.
Now you're worn with years.
Years and sorrows.
Like saint with arrows.
Calm these tide of sorrow.
He leads me away and I follow.
Wakes and sighs again.
Sees the ghost again.
And pleads for help, I simply cannot give.
Steps away.
Loneliness aplenty spread before me.
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