T H I R T Y S I X

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Take me back to that magical place,

Where loneliness and failure I escape,

Take me through time and make me feel safe,

For here in drought I fear suffocate,

Sorrow and dust accompany my tears,

Lying on grass, biting bitter,

Of fateful and last,

One careful whisper.

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