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Tarnished dawn...
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Remember, you adorned my death-bed with rose petals…
They felt soft, like pouring twilights over a sky-map of diminishing dreams,
And I lied there, resting…with my shredded moon skin…
Cut open, slaughtered by my daemons
I could not bear to see thy face…
You arouse in me the mightiness of darkness…so you said…
But I am darkness…incomplete, yet wonderful in its splendor…
I am a shadow of thought inside your resting palms…
Do not pray…it is the dusk that swallowed me…
Only to carry me further in the realm of stars…
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