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Jan 2019
Come one come all.
Watch the angels gather.
The days drawl
Dread falls against my master.

The stroke of death
slashed my life’s blood.
He takes his last breath.
He falls with a thud.

My essence drips
swirling with agony.
Shadowed by the eclipse.
We forget our family.

I hang my head
While nothingness takes me.
It must not spread.
Only I wasnt set free.

Now my love
Lost like a haunted dove.
s Willow
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s Willow  22/Gender Fluid/Any dark room
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