I know you find me incomplete
A disaster at times a freak
My will flaccid my talent weak
You won't find the moon at my feet
Or a crown of stars on my head
You'll find me scouring the streets
Of floundering cities and empty creeks
Searching for you among the dead
Trusting implicitly you're the one
I will become despite myself
Because I saw you once alive
Wrapped in the rising sun
The whole reason I still survive
My one and lonely one
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