why do i remember think of such things
write such things which hurt torture
- thoughts dreams hunches outside the box
losing grip of reality and making up a hand
to grasp mine save me keep me alive outside the box
where it is still cold - i have not discovered fire yet
and my tears have crystallized and piled up in this icy place
- i sleep in the snow with no fear
here death is a peaceful slumber being lost a nap
understanding a twinkle in the sky


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