” The Intruder “

Wormwood, woodworm of who are you?
Can’t see the forest for the trees obstruct the view.
Wormwood, woodworm can’t see the meadow clearing for the view so blue.
Can’t feel the earth beneath my feet cause I am always thinking of you.
In the dark of night can’t think of anything but you.
Can’t seem to feel much but the hole left by you.
Wormwood woodworm, Intruder, of who are you?

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