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Post by darkness0within on Dec 5, 2020 14:08:37 GMT -6
Illusions of love.
Grieve not my love for Such as I, For my time has come at last to die, I’ve wished for this moment from the start, As that stake you hold goes through my heart.
There is no pain, for I can’t feel, No fear of something you’ve made real, I thank you for this gift you give, For I am tired... And no longer wish to live.
Too long I’ve known this world of pain, No longer do I wish to feed again, My hand moves up to wipe your tears, Those precious gems not known for years.
With my death your vision will depart, In truth no love was in your heart, Illusions made for you to hold, Until sweet death will make me cold.
Darkness.
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Post by anirbas on Dec 22, 2020 21:48:06 GMT -6
Clap! Clap! Clap! Bravo! Bravo! Nascent beauty, it is.
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