In process of―
searching you. O invisible truth
I was hurt.
One death leads to another.
You must have changed your cloak
not your voice. I will
find you one day.
Your angles were
right, except the distance.
At your lying down place
a marigold was born
defying the sun. Make sure
night was not your enemy.
It was not yield―
my pride. You must shift
your zodiacal light to match
me on the waves. You will
need me, and I will need you.
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