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April night-tyme
And we run like muscles through the stagnant nodes of man
Blood-bridges lean towards the gaping synapsesto disarms the stars within us
Hornet Hive-dark
Severed wings in vainless beatingbuzz out from inferno of fangsto disarms the stars within us
We should have been so much more by now
Too dead inside to even know the guilt
Waning Ring-deep a halo of thorns
Sips now down in the sheets of sharp silverto disarm the star within us
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