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every night - a trip through deathcold waves ov myserious slumber
every morning - a new grasp ov hot air that rips the lungs
... to be buried again amidst the ruins in the chill of thy embrace.
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cosmos i am
redim the stars and shadow me from the eyes ov mortals
black rivers in which i drowned
nightpale skin
abandone the white kingdomes
tearbled skarlet dusk
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