The Passage
This is the journal of a troubled man
Remember these words
For they were once yours
In time, in lust
Deathly you bond
These were the thoughts
Of a burdened individual
Never forget them
When you marry
When your last name
Is the only treasure
Your children carry
Keep yourself
And those around you well
Accept the neighboring warmth
For loving the abstract
Is a homeless mans only jewels
Within my journal
Remains the vacancy
That filled my thoughts
This is eternal, my journal
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