Let the universe bestow
My 'self' won't be sold
Be in dreams it flourish
Let it fed by hope
A ' self ' that your love intakes
Shall not starve but strive
Bids adiu the sold ones
Stolen one replies
Sweat yours cleanses thirst
Your lap it's edge defines
Bounds extend by embrace
Your tears IT empty renders
Eye your separate be
Thief be none but you
I would stolen remain
Yearning for your shade
None then matters more
Nightmares occur injured
Caged though I remain
Confinement finds it's skies......
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