Begun walking left
…Around which an obsidian butterfly maze perhaps if I left
My house, I went left only, then perhaps some methodology
I’d arrive, at her door, I’d come to the centre a new existence,
There tremor, there to whisper Sila ersinarsmivdlugo into her
Maze, maybe she’s waiting, be primal, and stupid start
Walking left, as if I’d finally gone crazed, about her ways
Maybe she’s got a better plan, I just walk round about, in a daze
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