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Tempest of

My life once depended on a friendly turn of fate I hung my lonely lover, with a noose named heavens gate Your life is menial to me, my friend, my ugly truth swinging face down from the sunshine into the darkness I consume so I send a swarm of blackness laced with strobes of soundless plea please know your time is dated until the day I set you free.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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