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Posted: Jul 30, 2009 Thu 11:05 pm Views: 163
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Slumber in the shades
of your locks is naivete
hence I walk deep in
to the core of your soul
to heal my dreams away
from the piercing claws
of the sunbeams.
Night, o' night,
why can't you fight
that big, burning beast
who gnaws at your dark self
bit by bit, reducing you
to nothing.
Unlike you, I won't
expose you to the perils
of the day; come dwell
in my craving chest
till you gain enough might
to wipe the false purity of white
off the face of the earth.
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