In the rain dropped
At protested that link
At the abandoned boat went
In leaves, grave, heaven, hell
In the shrinking wax
Melting in flame
In voice of heaven
In the rush of whispers
Tone of voice tremor strains
At one point, I'm embarrassed
I want to go home, give me a hug.
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