She haunts me
She haunts me from a cave of unadulterated good
I haven't left the cave yet
Wonder if I should.
Give me the gates to find my way 'round
Tortured by a witch under the mound
hidden in by the pulp of confusion
Sundered attempts to right this confusion
Sifting through
Sifting through a photo album
I haven't seen her yet
I know I'll find sum
Rustic dinges held away by rusty hinges
When will my sea come to me
With sun's reflection of poetry
Cannablastic maddness in a jail cell
I hear a piano
I hear her playing me a song
I haven't heard it yet
It's mine
cataclysm screeching from pedantic reaching
She kills me with each imagined kiss
Don't leave me like this.
Don't leave me like this.
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