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‘colorless,

Softly the darkness lights

The unstable breath.

As I am truly, madly, deeply

in awe with the death.

Above it all, once upon a time,

the mosaic streams to my paradise.

An dispute between dawn and eve

that had written my self-sacrifice.

 

On the nature of daylight

I see my unclear path.

Where the feeling of gruesome exile

lingers over my unresolved wrath.

Until the moon sleeps at last,

the forever morning was written in the skies.

An new home to my soul,

Therefore,

I bleed slowly in front of  your eyes.   



 

‘This Sunday,

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