idle
belly fire Tears spring to my eyes,
I miss her face.
I caught her scent in the air,
my eyes grew wet.
When will she rescue me,
from myself?
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...
belly fire Call me and tell me things are better.
For I will sit idle, accomplishing little.
Speak in that voice that means everything is normal.
For I will dream, idly, of little else.
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what's it to you?
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