Living in this house of fire known as my fleshly desire. When will I retire in a pool of golden leaves. Leaves that fell from trees of freedom. In winds that gust with trust from the roots of lust. As my flesh will finally decay from my home where my thoughts play. Thoughts that rest in bedrooms laying on beds of dreams. Dreams that stay forever taking me away until my final day. Dreams that wake me up to days of liberty. Until my final night of endless sleep. Where I will Rest In Poems that reap.
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