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I see, I breathe.

I am...

My own disease

I stand

Between the trees

So green.

And winds...

That insatiable breeze

Of her

Oh how she tries

To please.



She walks

Along

The side of me

Never to say

Goodbye to me.

But bide her time with me

And my disease

That brings her

Down

Onto her knees.

Her frown

Is guised

With sympathy

She knows

I'm meant to be

This way

Forever more...



Come walk along

And sing a song

With me.

There's nothing wrong

With me

Save fingers

Trembling

As they long for me

To find the heat

Inside

Her beat

She walks with me

In defeat...