Sullenistic tendencies
Alone for so long
Can’t always adjust
That mentality, strong

A depth beyond words
A sea with no measure
Untimely and unseemly
There is no where I’d venture

Once, Out far away
I put on my mittens
There isn’t a place
I would rather be missing

But you on your white horse
I, with my dress
Riding away in
Meteor showered sunsets

Removing masks
Old blood thoroughly washed
Thoughts of meant to be
Under my feet they’re crushed

Broken apart the cornucopia
Like the mice torrent fields
Freely, unabandoned
unveil, all of me

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