Take me to the mighty sorrow,

The place you’ve been hiding from me.

Open gates to your thick and thins,

I would if i could break those.

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Show me hell, scare me to death,

And those graves you dug,

To fill the ancient bugs,

In the cemetery of your nightmares.

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Forgive the absurdity for I smelt your gloves,

Same pairs tainted with mud and tears,

And impression of your finger bones,

When you were shedding your skin.

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Tell me, compel me or poke my belly

When i doze off during the stories.

Take me high to see the curve of the world,

Like the arcs on your lips when you smile,

For i’ve seen too much of happiness in this flat earth.

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