I'm lain in want,
emptied, flustered;
Craving for a piece of myself
Invisible hands of time
tug at me,
I lose myself again,
in the hollow circle of yore.
emptied, flustered;
Craving for a piece of myself
Invisible hands of time
tug at me,
I lose myself again,
in the hollow circle of yore.
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