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unreachable surface not only for me.

Looking for methods to quicken the plot,

night of it all make sure the door’s locked.

I’ve heard this death hurts but it can't be that bad.

As long as it works and solves this I’m glad.

Not that the agent is present post act.

But nothingness welcomes you after the fact. 

Empty and husked some body lies there, 

sinking and stinking.

Deepening darkened light seeps in the cracks.

Damning all hope wish it never came back.

Let it all end, just set me free.

Let it just end, I cant do this for me.

Death like a wish,

I’d trade you for me.

Where now the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing? Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing? Where is the hand on the harpstring, and the red fire glowing? Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall corn growing? They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow; The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow. Who shall gather the smoke of the dead wood burning, Or behold the flowing years from the Sea returning?

The time to reallocate can sometimes drag on. Reluctance to move, is sometimes too strong.

A worry you might remember the good, and end up once more,  a floating driftwood.

Ingredients:

 -2 egg.  -1/2 Cup of milk.  -1/2 Cup of flour.  -Self-pity.

Directions.

 1. Beat the eggs in a bowl until you find that the rhythm reminds you of a song, which in turn reminds you of a past relationship.

 2. Add milk.

 3. Sift in flour whilst stirring, stir until fully mixed, or whatever.

 4. Cook in medium-hot pan with butter until cooked either side.

Beware the gypsy woman son, beware the gypsy one.

Beware her gypsy mousetrap heart, once you’re caught you’re done.

Those gypsy eyes will steal your soul, her lips are poison too, her teeth that bite will eat you whole and that’s not all she’ll do.

light hands, heavy body.