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He is center without mind
Waltzing on an endless scribe
Lucid lifeless and traumatized
Without pull and within rights
He still wanders all day and night
With no fingers to intertwine
A cat that trails with yellow eyes
Does no deed to mystify
His world lay on the molten sky
With no sun to glorify
All so sad and justified
He lies and lies and lies and lies
He to him to mask the times
Deceits to rise and multiply
To lose his lover's nagging pride
To fall victim to the further side
He tries to try
And fails to try
Just to die
Without a reason why
He still circles without delight
And finds himself dead on her sight
Without a heart, without a mind
All he can do is cry and cry.
