The iodine of lapsed desires
The sting clinches my strength
The cold claws at my fire
Stealing my gleameth
You walk on by to war
Now I wish you would reappear
But the notes are black on the red eyes of Mars . . .
year after year
Dec 23, 2023
Dec 23, 2023 at 10:24 PM UTC
The iodine of lapsed desires
The sting clinches my strength
The cold claws at my fire
Stealing my gleameth
You walk on by to war
Now I wish you would reappear
But the notes are black on the red eyes of Mars . . .
year after year
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