Succumbed to injury
Wholesome
Twisted is the spirit
Still I stand on the platform
with my bare feet
almost freezed.
I am standing here
For you come sure
and caress my failure
and wipe my tear.
Sure you come
And call me by name
I am still standing here
You never come.
I never loss heart
I would rather petrified here.
As I trust
You come must
You come must.
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