Knowing not
what you lacked
what you belonged
far away from you
I am.
Longing for luxury
and happiness
I am struck in a
dreadful crematorium.
My courage is shaken
my dear
Shall i go back?
Won't you be annoyed with
my own corpse on my back?
Who Knows!
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