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I only feel it indoors

The door is the barrier

To the boundary line

A wooden veil between worlds

Of reality and desire

An unending, never- ending crave

I can't articulate

The hunger I can't name


I thought the wind

Had succeeded in erasing it

But it's too late

The words are already branded

In my soul

Twisted within my DNA

And the hunger returns

Each time the music plays


It plays just like a mirror,

Bringing me back around

To days, I thought I had left behind

Brought back to a quiet child

Wishing she could escape

A mould clinging like desperation

Before it finishes taking shape


And each time I think

The wind melts it all away

I hear a song summoning me back

And each time those notes play, I find

The questioning hunger never left

It only hid, biding its time,

Waiting to shape-shift

Into a new fear


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