You pealed my mind, front to back
then sat in it...I did not resist you, are.
What you are, I fell into, the wind cut me, in two, I die?
Your head, when you lay it on me, my stain in you, I try to reach
just because.It is all I have, be kind I ask of you, just please try.
Sheets of white Linnea, washed in your sea, waves foam
as you try, i hide, deep inside, what is you...my stain...erased..
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