-MikaelVenFilia
A golden time cast into dusk—
yet resurrected with dawn's silenced cruelty.
This morning dew lingers in my desert,
a trespasser I left for dead.
Like a bitter cure for an insomniac heart,
its melody weaves through my fractures.
Wearing a beggar's stolen grin,
as sorrow stains a plane of white.
Of the past I longed to ask—
I tried to chase the youth I had.
But these wounds, uncarved, never throbbed.
Or is it that I no longer feel?
If time permits, would we dare?
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