Hark at the wind,
and hark once again,
I search for comfort,
it cuts me.
Deep within me the fires blaze,
the machinery is perfect but the system is flawed,
it deepens the cut.
So it seems I am not wished happyness,
I disregard these wishes,
I continue searching,
It finishes me.
I can not fix.
but all is broken,
all is laying at my feet in pieces,
it screams REBORN,
it comforts me.
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