Hide me from me.
Fill these holes with eyes for mine are not mine.
Hide my head & need for I am no good
so dead in life so much time.
Be wing,
and shade my me from my desire to be hooked fish.
That worm wine looks sweet and makes my me blind.
And, too, my heart hide for I shall at this rate it also eat in time.
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