Retreat
Stimulation my desire till my battery runs low.
Disturbed thoughts are frequent before i journey to my sanctuary.
Queen's pain descends my resting heart.
As bright white flickers hazel.
The good one is crossed with Hall standing tall.
Darkness is here following adjustment without tools.
Time is fleeting i won't seal the lid too soon.
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