In time like these...
we close our eyes
to find the- lost geese
up in the sky, i cry
in thunderous voice
with my last choice
to await a stranger
i know little about
and escape the life i've endanger
to live, i watch my mouth
in time like these
and quench the fires
that burn the lonely seeds
from the mother of desires!
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