Work: Love

A bit of an abyss

Profound was lost in dark

Evaporated bliss

The man without an ark

The day it grinds me raw

The mill is mine to tread

I wonder what it’s for

This living almost dead

But you are in my dreams

And sometimes in my bed

So nothing’s what it seems

If you aren’t in my head

It’s time I turned around

For you is where I’m found

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