Far into the mind we go. Searching for thoughts left behind. Hidden behind what we know. Searching for what we can find.
Distant fusion of matter contained, Then lost along the way. I never heard you complain. But you never would stay.
Always searching, never to find. The past lost within the wash.Intoxicated on the wine. Like trash somehow tossed.
Within the weave the words are lost. What pain to bear in constant muse. Never counting the cost. You look so confused.
Give away the heart you had in past worlds to depart. fragrate the smell of the engine smoke. as it trys to start.
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