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I'll just wait for a while 

While you drown in a sōliloquium of denial

Tucked away inside my fortress of memories 

Walls of a vault crowded with vivid imagery 

Soft, driven, harsh and mad, like some new language

I see a life, and it’s people, profoundly called bondage

Far away from materialistics

Like a deer

Prone to wound

For jests can be feigned for the living

A tiger, a bush, cloaking

You stay in my fortress, bolted

Victimise myself as I see it all manifested

Maybe I’ll just linger here for a while

Not to touch but to take, maybe it isn’t mine

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