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Dusk approach
They fall to sleep The nightmare comes The tales to keep I await woken up by the taught Of meeting which whom I sat and laughed The window opens, cold air rushes in Her shadow in the fog, The goddess of tainted dreams flies in Her eyes, her smile, her compassion One as painful as the other I complete the silence that surrounds She sits down next to me, tightening the bonds The candles lit by their own, Following them like a tone, a kiss that pierces like lightning to the bone. We sit and cuddle with an often kiss The sun breaks above the sky I bid farewell to my miss Each time I wave asking "why?" "Go...fly on my sweet nightmare I’ll be waiting at the settling of the moon"
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