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Monday, 6 July 2015

Death ...

Come death of strange-land lores
Satisfaction of loving you cold
The calm, the peace, the tranquility
Winds foretold 
Come death of bittersweet rest 
Eyes closed serene 
Fingers that stop too early underneath 
Frozen hearts within 
Too close death you stand
Shadows of numbing happiness engraved
Tiptoes on blue waved curtains
Ribs of shattering love enslaved 
Come death my lovely bride
All black and white do stand
Rest in peace this dire need
Wrists intact and bloodied hand
Come in glory of bleeding grey
The agonized joy of pain 
Paint pale the bodied tombs
For you, my breaths in vain. 

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