The People's That Sparks The Wisest Councils
There was the night
When I almost completely
disappear into the gloom
I was always hoping
for someone,
Who knows
my life was empty,
There's no denying,
I was desperately isolated,
and without someone,
Something changes,
As a balm,
an empty cup,
had no choices but
to drain as blood
as quickly
as possible,
The night and
you were undressing
Could possibly
fill this empty cup
and you were naked
Perhaps I could change my mind.
if this acts,
as self sacrifice
A modest simplistic view
as a Lazaro returning
from the dead,
why christened as sense,
that paramount power,
My un being,
Becoming whole,
From people I love,
Who loved me,
did it sparks as my wisest,
councils,
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