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There lies a creature,
within my soul, at rest
There, its lain, since I was,
born out of wedlock, not the best.

I know it's true,
for I've been told,
You will soon be free.
Out in the cold.

"What are you doing?",
said a voice, sounding like Doom,
as it rang out from,
the back of the room.

I'm speaking to a friend,
if you'd be so kind, to not
butt into my conversation,
for it is his ear that I've got.

Just go away,
leave me alone,
it's my new place,
which I call home.

No, no,
I must explain,
the words,
Mark Twain.

When the measured,
depth of water,
is six foot,
or better,

we are talking about,
below the keel.
It's a measurement,
which is real.

A Meter here,
A Meter there,
Centimeters,
Are everywhere.

What happened to me?
Where did I go?
I'm lost in my thoughts,
which are nothing I know.

Please talk to me now,
for I need to know.
Was I lost in my thoughts, or
still waiting for Go!

When the light,
hits your eyes,
it is a reflective
surprise.

Long will I,
think of you,
for I am missing,
you, too.

A fantasy, a trip,
about losing my mind.
Surprising to me,
for I couldn't find,

Losing the one you love,
with no excuse or to explain,
why this had to happen?
There's no one to blame.

Here we go,
alone again.
Sadness returns,
My old friend.

No matter how,
I seek happiness,
you return to me,
with no finesse.

When day is done
and fortune reigns,
will luck reduce,
all the pains?

Pains from days
gone bye,
when we ask the question,
what happened or why?

I looked, I saw,
I took a chance.
Now I'm faced with,
an aborted romance.

Was it right,
or was it wrong?
The answer must be,
I don't belong,

in the life I see,
for it must be,
someone else,
not with thee.

The World fears,
many things,
but does not fear,
church bell rings.

Will you be there,
when all is done?
If yes, you're,
the only one.

With a surly wind,
and eddies of dust,
may I ask of you,
Is it me you trust?

A casual meeting,
or coffee for two,
I'll tell you about me,
you could talk about you.

Sit. Try not to be,
nervous or afraid
of a possible relationship.
Waters are deep. I'll wade.

Does it make sense,
to sit and wait,
or go to a place,
where we could participate?