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There's but one place
To treat this wound
Inside my mind
I am cocooned
Rroots and branches
Rarely pruned
Reveal a corpse
With blood festooned

And here inside
My capsuled soul
Is where I now
Fulfill my role
Myriad thoughts
I make my cull
In torment now
I thus am whole

Regret not but
That I am late
I've left my dearest
Ones to wait
Spurning ever
After fate
With thoughts my mind
Can never sate