Unfinished to the eyes; I’ll crumble and I will fall,
But lay my body to rest; unsheltered, unfed…
Thirsting so hungry so dead…
Life-starved, paving my freedom too bleak,
Uneasy on the heart… I’ll wither and I will fade
I’ll awaken, at last… Forsaken, I dread;
Thirsting so hungry so dead…
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