**** me now,
I'll put myself to a grave.
The coffin gives the whole of me.
The moment, but no power can ever save!
Let me die.
Sit in these gardens with your dark eyes!
Silent the matter lies;
Keep a wanderer out in sky.
I won't return.
Find no escape in me.
Slow down the wilderness I see,
That crowd around thy home and be!
Jan 29, 2021
Jan 29, 2021 at 7:31 PM UTC
**** me now,
I'll put myself to a grave.
The coffin gives the whole of me.
The moment, but no power can ever save!
Let me die.
Sit in these gardens with your dark eyes!
Silent the matter lies;
Keep a wanderer out in sky.
I won't return.
Find no escape in me.
Slow down the wilderness I see,
That crowd around thy home and be!
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