....yet tge heart s desire is fulfilled
....not fallen on the doorstep of beautiful
....his hidden wish 8s to see you
....uncaring yet so warm at times
....your each move is familiar to me
....what do you grow with your own blood
....there is a aretaker in our own garden
....evidence is easy to find
....but beloved stole their sleep
....come, let me groom your tresses
....for you have destroyed my life
....both so unmoving lifeless and silent
....one winged bird the other attached branch of tree
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