Shame is going through
the pain is near death
The words are lame
They want me quite healthy
My mouth is stuck in the bread
Nobody wants to drop me
In my deep night
I can never become one
Of all sins purely
Do not look at me
For years you pull in me
I am at your distance
Woken up some night
On the streets you storm
In thought, in me
In the dream you say
I would have unasked
Loved in you
I never knew
Loving what it does
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