Perhaps, you don’t need me anymore
lying thirsty by the sea shore
wrapped in gripping fear,
away from things so dear,
from the world’s reach
lying down, tossed from the beach
which lays silently again
breathless as life from origin.
Perhaps, you are happy now
that I am cast away to sorrow
away from my shadow, ashamed;
lips bitter and pale. How sad!
Also, a heart where nothing dwells,
silent and empty as a child’s.
That’s the world I don’t remember:
vanished down the wind forever.
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