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I see-what you

See not this milky blur

I feel-when you

Escape will not occur

You turn in time

To face the three in line

It came-to be

And passes over time

I see.....I feel

This flesh this holster

Is dead, trade or not

The three-will fade

They see what you see not

I'm hate-I'm sorrow

My fall is my climb

Deny-this vessel

I'm hollow cursed and blind

Whispers in countless dreams

I will be gone tomorrow

Haunted by endless dreams

I have submerged in sorrow