Gold is not old

in this world told

I’ve an incling so

I throw in to fold.

Radiant my dear

your skin it is near

I release all a fear

and speak so clear.

Do not I’m worse,

I feel you and curse

does this throat of

mine I now thirst.

I shouldn’t because

with you not lost

I’ve a love no cost

into your eyes soft.

You have me bet all

as I’m cursed I fall

in an abyss appall,

I scream you call.

Depths do crush me

inside this glass sea

I fall, hurt to bleed

all my want to need.

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