Soon dawn. It brings the sun and whispers are no longer Her former life adapts the freezing cold He breathes and touches her, a form of worshipping sadness Blood, sputum, seed are one, drawing scenes, so vile The heat of day climbs higher, the mist soon leaves her white flesh In remembrance, darkness, filled with screams of laughter His tense appearance relives a glorious past, so beloved A last kiss then, love, we sever Soon day, light diffuses its finger through the window Hope, her eyes seem now a moment He enters, from earth abandoned, performing a play of the horrified In ecstasy his eyes, as fire, point at the ceiling Soon dawn, it brings the sun and whispers are no longer, her
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