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The Nyctophiliac
Waiting for the day to cease, Where I shall hug you in your nothingness, Knowing that you're absent of light, nonetheless. Everyday you die, I wait in the corner, shattered, broken and paralyzed with grief, Till you reincarnate into yourself, And for that love you give. I touch every part of your body, But then I haven't even touched a little part of your body. Fading I am, and going into you, For the sake of the promise that I made to you, For acquiring the bliss of your kiss, in turn, My love, I am walking away into the land of no return! II Eyelids move up and I breath, And I try to rise, To make love to you, I seek the price, All around my coffin till the heaven's door, As I walk, about you, I adore, To the angels and the souls of dead fish at the shore, Now plodded a moment, When with you, I'm totally done, Under the rays of sun, Where you vanish more and more, When the soul of mine recalls, Recalls of you being a whore!
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