

My mind is ready to die
Seeds of infertility
Are growing in to ghostly trees
Taking root in some selfish pleas (?)
Forgiven for being born ugly
Set free on a bitter wind
There is no high high enough
No love keeps you satisfied
A rotting eternity in your heart
Desperate lovers in an old house
Slowly burning through the ground
Will one day be entirely forgotten
When little feet walk tall grass
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