8.07.2021 г., 7:51 ч.

Sidereal Tide XI.II.2019 

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Segment from the stream of despair
I see in the dungeons of mind;
For horrors outside I dont care,
No matter the answer I find.
A kiss from a spectre at midnight,
A tear for stranger forlorn;
The deep pit of sorrow - there, inside
Spit out the root of the most freezing scorn.
Cadaver blossom in the night
Appear from the soil below;
And so began my final flight
Of my forgotten, damned old soul. ...

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