too much of me left unsaid.
it's sad.
it's dark.
as a stray hound I run forth and back,
and bark.
The urge to climb to the top,
my love,
my all.
through the lonesome night
I drive home.
By reaching it,
there're no walls of safe,
all was in vein?
and the sight of god from above
is rather bewildered,
why so?
why staying at home, when it's been on fire that long?
good lord almighty
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