alone in the dark
unspeakable
my feelings are strangling me
the death of my spirit
humiliation
hostilities on the border
maybe she doesnt love me
any more
n i don't really want to stay here
without her
i have no choice
in this barren place
dry sticks
parched in the sun
dropping no fruit
under a pear drop moon
the graveyard of my dreams
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