Bewitching of the Falling Hours
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Bewitching of the falling hours, true ascendance found
By this chance to rise, I have real transcendence found
Your lips find a way to see me; two eyes make the voice
No tears I shed, you're being seen; no disruptence found
I'm stunned; are you a living form of ketamine?
It can't be; you touched me, I am not convenience found
Your eyes are the stars, hard to be lost, but lost; I am
Sailing toward the view; we are their convergence found
Hold no obligation, you repair this damaged heart
You are flame eternal for me; no dissidence found
Copyright © Anonomus Scorpio | Year Posted 2023
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