A pond of thought arose in the night.
firm, powerful and enthralling vested in me.
Away from eyes controllers
retreating into my home.
striking pain in my heart.
A sobbing, I hear your words.
Behind the curtain,
cronies, disappear and reappear.
Conquest utopian
back in my dark corner.
I reflect, I speak with the cold
night.
Ghiacciante on bare skin,
me away from evil.
A smile, suddenly.
compelling dialogue,
leads me away from this self-harm in hiding.
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