Fate is the one thing that ties us both,
with finger pricked knots and turbulant skies,
the remorse of your mother gleams no more.
A heavy shadow flows in the west dreaming of a solitude
uncompatible to man,
befriended by my misery and your decay.
if you could see the world through my eyes,
soldiers with wounded hearts and battered thoughts
haunt my every
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