Balanced on the edge of a knife
my last ray of hope
a single idea
the last of many
covered in the blood
from many opened wounds
made by fools who seeking a fight
with a wander
who knows only the cold
and seeks the warmth so many seem too have
for i walked away from a place
out of the cold
a place with he kind company ive hunted for
so now this wander shall turn and face the cold lonlyness ahead of me
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