if this wind
could take me there
raise my hands up
in the air
there’s a place
i wish to be
next beside you
just wait and see
frazzled for some glow
waiting for you
met by my sorrow
when things are agreed
someday and somewhere
when i wake up
still i feel
an empty heart of me
pretty, spurn-ly, got ugly
mellifluously
embrace myself
to understand
manic depression constantly
i found my way
another way
down and under
count my days
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