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To All That Is
Kristopher T. Combs |
All that is mocked, all that is lost
To all that beams down onto my temples.
To all that feeds on my dismay
All that wishes I could walk away.
Nothing less, my heart resembles.
Time is taken, all that is mistaken
Simple, unglued and willing to be reused.
My care is found beneath, under the weight,
Above the nothing holding my fate
I'm saddened by the depth of your fuse.
Without anger I come to,
To realize, to maybe even die,
To lose my consciousness in your mind.
To find, to see, to let nothing left be,
To all that is, and why.why we all cry.
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