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This pain in the darkness…
It came to sudden eve to blaspheme the torment of branch through the quintessential.
It took through the walls the solidity of ghost stories mending soul with ethereal strings and fire.
The amplitude of dust from centuries ferments in my body as life.
And, the blood seeps from the willow trees within pen as ink.
Playing into fruition heart chords drizzled...
Monday 14th January 2019 1:08 am
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