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Born of Sex, Not of Love
Asking Quietly, Does Anyone Know I Am Here ?
Like A Pearl, Within An Oyster
Stranded, Beached
Sun Blazing On My Shell
Lying, Waiting, Decaying
Deep Sea Stink, On The Hot Shore
Birds Among The Clouds
Gathering, Hovering, Watching
As Death Lingers
Upon My Naked Soul
As I Turn To Dust
Blowing Afar With The Wind
Soft Breezes To Carry Me
Over The Sea, Icy Blue
Floating Mid The Clouds,
To Vast Unknowns
Refuse Of A Hopeless Quest..........
CAZ