This is the farthest I’ve fallen
Through barren dreams
Dust settles on my slaves
Waves stain my offerings
Your view of life eschewed
Warped in your fisted schemes
I have my own waste now
I have apothecary
Forever she dreamed of him, there
On that lonely beach
Without the veils to shade
Another world to breach
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