The memory, our loss I: emotions delays

Oh sleep and rest thy dazzling eye lid,
Nor snore aloud with breath-stinks thou
Countenance cover’s it or lay still with alleged screaming
Of thy thoughts out bare; stay still move not your flare or
Claws or brows; Oh now it’s mire, now the loud hoard
Coarsen arose in thy dream, feel me not if you durst nor
Bare walls crackles and untie knots applauds.
Barbaric accent; i know non of the tone or tune
Plastered in display nor the song or dance or rhymes,
Rhythms applied, i wish i do, i wish i float more or dance or
Move, pray with the tune; although now it’s deep and dark
And my might and thou might shall feel betrayed forever, forever.



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