I've found a way
To dislocate
Separate
Myself from pain
All in vain
Vanities born
Conceived
In subtle ways
A figure waves
Then you awake
A splash of waves
Across your face
And in disdain
You've come to taste
Something bitter
A wound exposed
The wind blows
From where it came
To where it goes
Now you know
What I've known
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