U N T I T L E D

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Around, all around, the storm clouds gather.

My dread grows as the dagger of your words falls against my heart.

It smites me, and darkly my
blood drips

to the wicked earth that is my prison.

In a haze of shock I call your name
while the end of life approaches.

Now alone, my love falls upon darkened eyes.

This is your love

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