to die a hundred times!
I even found a place
to hide my crimes
in some perfect rimes!
Changed my face
to spy behind the lines!
Lost without a trace
blind to any signs
in a castaway of mine!
The sand dune
was a forteress!
The red moon
was my mistress!
The impending doom
was the shelter of excess!
No cause to embrace
there's a fly in my wine!
Nothing left to chase
emptiness shines
it's too late to rewind!
At the end of the race
lies in the eggshell mind!
A big hole in my suitcase
releases clandestines
and words so hard to find!
The sand dune
was a forteress!
The red moon
was my mistress!
The impending doom
was the shelter of excess!
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