Dome
I feel
It's a dome
Don't yourself decieve
And lovely so, it is
Ihabitate in it, to live
Remember I
My mother, my placid mum's home
I was in somewhat a dream
In it I really was
That's unconcious
That was
Just a beginning of times
For me at least
Not for all
Especially those
Whose molders has been
Ever dirty, for times
Mortally hot got to
Dead end point
I was just born
Since then, I had've known my dome
And nothing else
Don't you
Push at me
Don't try fill it in to me
Anything else
That all will be
Don't even go
Against, you, me
Scornful, spiteful
Abusing, unreal
That brings the end
That such not to be.
Dome
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