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Leftover moods hovers over my sea of emotions As I give it all over to you and yours. As I hold my cascading escapade in my emphatic empathy As I behold my belittled diminishing luminance As you suck the remaining illumination of absolute resolve As I recall I hated to hate, so I channeled the absolution Beckoning the predecessor to come back From the same abyss I perished, I now find you Now that I have me no more My gray essence constantly pales in comparison To that which you commenced to add color When I was already pale from rescuing my blood from the facade of truth Now you become my blood and plunge into the same Is it then my blood that feeds the air around with the venomous toxins that defiles the objects and reveal the symptoms that seems to befall my beloved? I am dry, I am not even bones no more. I stare at the hollow, once an image of creation. I can’t even envisage darkness in my imagination. I am falling frail, derailing works in the wake of my fall. The little glow in the drop as it tears Whispers with the very last glimmer of hope I shall rise again, if only you will say something in good time.
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