I need to seek, my Fairy or Godmother
Or where are you, my true, Brother
Ironic, so that I can be fixed
Drastic, will you hold-me with the heart
A light, cut from inside of
You all are, the gods of the world
This stricken and blank stare
Can you know
The poor-soulless, staring at the moon
I seek-to
Broken-one from the spectrum
You are such a beautiful aroma
That I can’t, breathe
I’ve been only, decaying in my monstrosity
Oh, comrade
Will it ever say
I found the beautiful music
But still, not you
I’m calling, fallen from the helm, now
From an eon-vast-ago
Space-universe hipster
Hit-me-back-up
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