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the blackrose
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Alone
Your breath still lingers;
Whispering in me.
And this dreaming night smiles
At the beauty of death.
I stand and stare
At my world you conjured.
And all I hear,
Are the echoes of the fears I know.
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