Cuddled by refined thoughts
That escaped I during first light
A thousand stars locked in my minds
Space
Each twinkle screaming silently
Truth that hides behind smiling
Faces
And talk polished
At dusk
I soul awakens to a search
Turned green by Judas kisses
I eyes mortal speck vanquished
By dusty lexis brooding
In quiet Forests
North of I heart
At dusk
Lying in a Fortress of blinking bed bugs
I smell the beast
That served I dinner
I can now see the crown of
The thorny breasted Princess
In her right hand a scepter
Oozing with blood of Kings
That walked this earth
At dusk
The shell of I enemy melts
Every fiber of I being
Awakens from the slumber
That had I mistake hypocrites
For friends
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