• In the so far ever-seeming twilight of my soul

    An ember appears to suddenly be burning

    It blazes and consumes my inner peace with careless mercilessness

    A horizon is sighted at the brim of my sanity
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    Your cold hands in the night is my inferno

    They reach for me not, they touch me not

    They thrust me from you, they deny me to hold you...

    You! You who lit this ember; which ,deteriorating, slowly slits me apart

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    I throw a rose with many thorns your way

    I trust your pale hand will bleed, say you touch them

    Close your hand tight around the piercing pain

    Pretend it is my heart you are holding and think how lucky you are that you may crush it

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