dread repeated

for the prize of wishes,
so sow our speech.
packed is burden of a full heart chest.

eons and ages,
the writhes repeats
exhausted and burnt like a old man has

dread and hisses!
this stale old pain
pours forever, this brown green drain.

chest of wishes,
aw burns repeated,
life like sand this plain.


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