Strings from a symphony
Each note begs for sympathy
I know I'm your my enemy
but show a little mercy
I bear little gifts
But the harvest was immense
Dry lips and sweaty palms as I approach the alter
I try to drank but i cant bear the sight of water
"when did you leave?" i cry from my knees
And the only response is that little breeze
"why do you hate me?!"
"we are not the same you cannot relate to me"
The silence hurts and this person is a terror
Ill come back another day
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