She,
Most capably,
Kept me waking,
Kept me waking,
Alive from the ground,
In which I desired to be buried,
For I am and have always been; Nothing!
On the contagion upon this earth,
She had everything; On me,
I'd give any everything,
To make her smile...
Even dance!
But I am but one of the breathing,
Yet unburied wanton death; Dying,
For which there are uncounted tragic clues,
Wishing for the remotest hope,
However resolved to die,
In love... You kept me,
For so long,
Living.
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