ask not who i found , what i lost
your owns are not yours either
explain i to myself constantly when lonely
habit of looking at my own image yet
show i the mirror thw emty walls
night falls to make the dreams strangers
the ones that were in day so familiar
vagabond desires are vagabond ever more
trying to heal my emotional wounds
o abad the false world toys with love
day and night i play with my dreams
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