Looking for place
To hide,
One that’s as long
As wide,
A place for feelings
Yet rigidly raw,
In state that needs
A while to thaw,
As one so pleads
No longer can bear
Made hide ones fare…
So to survive
We have to find
A mind alive,
Who has little time
Left to realize
We’re near empty
On a road scarce alive,
So choked and dried
Be hard to find place,
We no longer need hide!
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