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My moral premises oozed from the essence of a dying nebula
Arsenic hurdled our roofs along the axis of my dread.
My mortal physique upholded the threshold skies that only my helix filled
O in the grey of cigar breaths i sing of eons .
Eons of mercy,where i orbit Icareus.
Eons of Agape ,where i stroke the angst away from between your soft palms .
Eons for the parallex of our tranquil smiles from eye to eye .
I caught a glimpse of your giggle at how the reaper greets me at night
Eons of winter, whispers,shivers.
if the shores kissed its bays ,a subtle euphony won't be chanted in my incoherence.
Eternal damnation is tomorrow
But Perhaps, for once,the warm jets will sweep me away while i lay amongst your shadows.
<<<<winter leaps with a graveyard of promises.i call him l'appel du vide>>>
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