Drunken Mystic Poems

Pour me another glass
Let me have a little fun.
Give me a little hand
Let me hold on to something for a change.
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We were walking down the hills
When did I lose your hand
Why did you not hold on tight
Why did I never notice?
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Now that we stand on the crossroads
Don't presume the paths I have taken
I was walking with you, don't mistake
Just that sometimes I like to walk alone
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Never claim to know me
For darling, even I haven't met me.
I shred my soul into pieces, drowned my mind
buried my conscious never to dig up.
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She switched off the light
Just to embrace the darkness
As the night got deeper, murkiness came tingling her toes, damping her feet, swept through her body, whispered in her ears, the secrets she long waited to uncover.
At that overwhelming moment, she took a matchstick, struck it and lit herself on fire.
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I was standing on a seashore
dwelling in the mysteries of mankind.
Taking pity on my nescience
wind choose to whisper some wisdom in my ears.
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I forget the words so did the pain they have caused.
I ran from the rain just to be drenched in the flood
Left the temples just to meet the gods in the graveyard
Grown a pair to wings, just to cut them off before the flight
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