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Apr 10
Insanely marvelous in your disandry
Still bleeding with the notion that it's you and me

But we've marked the ageless stone in violent red

As the treble dismantled my speakers dead
You had uncovered the neons of my spirit
As they spread bellow your *******,
You heard it
Nuzzle with life as if from a guitar string
As your so called impervious soul began to sing
A melancholic tune that yearned for an ancient puzzle that burned...
Pyre
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Pyre
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