I found out
Two great composers
We're lovers for forty years
Nobody told me in the wasteland
I needed to have water
In my chest was
A thirsty horse
Who needed
Everything
I followed paths
That took me to lost
Libraries
When I couldn't read
It's too late to runaway
There's no hope of rebirth
I'm in a growing darkness
Full of shame and guilt
Looking back at all the people
I hurt
Destined as I am
I live to punish myself
Alone
Barry G. Wick
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