Jan 5, 2018, 11:45 PM
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The thought of you - a quiet bane
for my heaven, my unfeeling dusk.
The great ocean buries tears again -
bleeding shadow of a painful lust.
An ocean deeper then the eyes
of the demon that grows inside,
kills the sinners, leaves the vice,
you and death are left in sight...
© Elizabeth Draxler All rights reserved.
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