Eye lids pacing north and south,
The hour which renders i sight numb,
The last thought to whom i hold dearly,
Slipping away like dusk's' pale face,
The architect of words with faces,
Yet the foundations of those that share my insanity stand but shaky.
I stretch the eye lid of my mind wider,
There i find hearts shapeless,
I laugh in painful sadness,
For often we vex our on.
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