As I drift deep in my dreams,
reality fades and as now it seems,
tearing the fog a soul walks steadily,
slowly as that dead girl walks to me..
Introspecting the world of misery,
walking past desert's so dreary,
Searched lot for peace, never found it,
now that dead soul gift's t to me..
As her finger's palpate my face,
on her thigh's she keep's my head,
her wandering soul gift's to me,
freedom from life and it's misery..
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