No longer
No longer your words
Praise me
Lift me
In my discontent
And shrouding chill
No longer
No longer
But in the shroud of suffering
Have entered I
As a cocoon
That be too as a tomb
A cemetery of thoughts
Buried
Before birth in womb
For
The flesh that carried them
And the blood that nurtured them
Went
Went
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