To me so has bothered... to be

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Thunder
Strong gusty
Rain
Sullen overhanging
To me
It is desirable to cry, howl
With him
In earth raw to enter
Again
Tears from eyes by the river
To me
So bothered to be
You
You pet me a hand
I
Anew I study to swim
It is not
Not to rescue me them
Who
Forces will return my
Hour
I live cursing
Yes
In a wound blood will begin to the boil
Sleep
I wanted to live
Sleep
Alongside adjoin with me
To me
So bothered to be
You
You will return me rest