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...untitled Freezing dead Chilled piercing Illuminated demise Frightened screaming Plummiting being Circumvented discomposure The pale horse is galloping Nurtured torture My love for you Is both glory and distress Suffocated my world With a mute, rapid stillness I can feel you stabbing With your afflictive eyes What you do is not known to you Yet its those eyes I've grown to despise I touch your face with the deepest sentiment I'm struggling to understand Tears escape my tormented face I feel your devoted hand I love you more than my suffering More than my razor-sharp desperation It is this raw, contridicted comatose I'll triumph- with you as my inspiration |
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