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There it goes my empathy
My dress was soaked not a minute ago
But there goes discomfort
Gliding away with the wind that blows

And gone is all longing
All sensation all asunder
And there go the cold feet
No longer fazed by the sound of thunder

There it goes my being
There go the last of my pains
How perfect I had made myself
And still I long to disengage.

 

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