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THE LOVER Nov 30
My beginning was nothing
from nothing I come
to a journey to everything
I search for a home.
Like Ulysees I m a wanderer
but his wisdom I lack
as I seek for a compass
myself eludes me in the dark.
Night after night I question
yet  nothing in this world comes for free
As the blood in my veins
screams of violence and rage.
Still I walk the line,
my soul half a bird
Set the other half to find
in this wide wicked world.

— The End —