Ages later
I went looking
First after
I missed it last
Beyond any hold
And beyond my sense
And then I knew
It was way past
Obsessed with pain
No heart to lose
I took it on
A lot of it
Then I whined
groaned and cried
I was already dead
And cast in a pit
Paradise it seemed
Nice and lovely
Flowers blooming
And full of light
All a mirage
And untrue hence
Am still looking though
'Tis a fool's plight
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