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I wandered for eternities
Through rooms haunted by thoughts I only chose a pair of words To write with them on my heart I stamped it with my bitter ink, Slowly pressing my name on it Alongside, there's her name, To separate her charms From the curse of uncertainty. Time's medley floated upon our bodies, But today it's all around, it's closing in our souls It's swallowed by the black hole of the minds, Sweeping the ground of every floor. The Earth grew sick From all the hearts he gathered For these thousands of years With the salt, the pepper, The spleen that rest in them Beyond what we know as life. The worm of sin, As the lights go off, Sinks in our blanket of bones. It feasts on the flesh we left behind, For he's done harvesting on our soul As we sleep. It grows wings, leaving the ruins behind To guide another unaware creature, Youthful and hopeful, In what is called The ward of the unknown.
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