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Akira Chinen Mar 2017
Broken pieces of the moon scattered across the indigo dreams of the dead and the sky swallowed all the lost colors of love spilling out of the void left behind from where the crescent smile of the night once sang the lullaby that comforted the desperate prayers of the lonely and what salacious fiend would **** the guardian of the dark hours and leave the man without his home in the night and all the stars could do was weep as they watched indigo dreams pull every last broken piece of the moon into their rotting teeth of death and the forever of malicious lost midnights

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