Straight Through the Cuts and Traps!

STRAIGHT THROUGH THE CUTS AND TRAPS! Hysteric and obsession all I know; Foresaken the dates I am low. As usual someone far from the Mela;
As usual someone separated in a throw. One last nap in my bed; Still I sojourn for a comfort in your breast. Spoilt – I want to rest;
A Slumber deep soothing sometimes you get late. Nostalgic old time outflows and undone; Thou should not go for the crowd. Bloody hunters out in the thoroughfare;
Rusty Shield standing proud. In the garden with my hatchet; For the fruit with the rain. For the feast I do tame;
Sometimes all I want is my grain. And the time - bleak memory; And the time – bleak destiny. Could be fortified and judged; Bewitched, sometimes memories rust.
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