I sat
As I sat
Before
Unfer the downpoor
Letting myself fall
Too still
To be still
At all
Loving each moment that passes
Quiet, I reach for the healing
Weeping in to tall wet grasses
Holding the shell of the feeling
I loved
As I loved
To rot
Careless of the lonely night
Too unaware of the fever
It brought
Just leave her
Believer
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