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Oh! Cruelest of cruel
How wicked, and wretched
Now in the ominous dark
The glow of your eyes
Shines through, like beams,
Save me from thy wrath.
Fallen hearts and faint beginnings
Cruelest of cruel
Stare at me not, ominous grins,
Fears are risen as
Shadows dance a ballet of broken tomorrows.
Weave and drop, weave and drop,
My lungs contract as your knuckles go
Pop.
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