By now it seams,
or so i sought;
sew, i ought.
but not it seams
though it's not fare
oh, it's not tare
who
climbs
my walls
clinging all but ground .
no, I lie asleep
i'd lie a heap
to say
i'm not broken.
but so it seams,
but sew, it seems,
so none may see
broken, under
neath
neath the earth,
the humus of your wrought,
so you've seen
the human you had lost.
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