the baker and the lovely bee.

scared of all

that endless loss

which you taught me

to fear

on creeping hands

of worn out time

at reach for all

thats dear

in painful shriek

at bells behest

and darkened nights

shrill toll

crouch i in pain

of too much gone

blind now

but for my soul

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