I found solace In the heart of the turning Burning low in a furnace As me eyes starts curling As my whites crown me In a spot I do do not belong What do I lastly see Myself clinging to a song A self untrue conclusion A time for change and start In this I endured enough delusion A coaxial when I need a scart I dare to again touch As I look back to where I am I give everything back as much All in a sentence scam.
Reason for writing:
Familiar surroundings
Birth sign: Aquarius
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