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A part of me died last night- Swallowed by deep shadows, A Prestidigitator's Rite- Conjures  woeful wet tomorrows. Oh, Little Black Death, a part of me; How my soul it now does borrow, Still I'm not what I wanted to be All I've become's known sorrow. *Now its over, No more feeling, Nothing left - to believe in* Youth without youth, 70's child, No longer 'them' but 'us' Disguised in a cipher's hidden truth how inconspicuous.
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Jun 11, 2020
Jun 11, 2020 at 6:18 PM UTC
L.B.D
A part of me died last night- Swallowed by deep shadows, A Prestidigitator's Rite- Conjures  woeful wet tomorrows. Oh, Little Black Death, a part of me; How my soul it now does borrow, Still I'm not what I wanted to be All I've become's known sorrow. *Now its over, No more feeling, Nothing left - to believe in* Youth without youth, 70's child, No longer 'them' but 'us' Disguised in a cipher's hidden truth how inconspicuous.
Inspired by Meg Myers 'Little Black Death' off the album 'Take Me To The Disco'
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Jun 11, 2020
Jun 11, 2020 at 6:18 PM UTC
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