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YEARNING

In tatters
The shame is mine
Monumental
Decline

It pours over me
This time
The deed weighs heavy
On mind

My arms won't move
I try
I am buried
In the rime

I am always returning
I smell
Something is burning
I am losing a yearning
I feel
The words I am spurning

No matter
The current is slow
Instrumental
Cracking bone

I falter at roads
That I knew
Which way to go
Where my longing grew

You gave me yours
To clear the haze
But at the shore
That guilt I chased

I'm standing there waiting
I shape
My palpable daydream
I am holding my heartstrings
They tore
From the poison in me

I am always returning
I am losing a yearning