Sweet dancer
on the desert winds
like falls leaves
or a drunkard on gin
shall we begin?
I beg the vast night
to let me in
drown for my sins
compassion and lack of foresight
too determined to do what is right
conquering the light
with mirrors I shattered in shame
And echos from your photograph
calling out my name
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