Here is my rocket
And I am withering away
I am disintegrating
In violence in chaos
And I am disconnected
From the very Truth
I am suffering from cold heat
Rain wind snow and tormented
By quarrels hunger thirst anxiety
I am dying and dying
And withering and withering
Like the leaf disconnected
From the plant and tree.
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