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Where sand becomes silver, you cower

A spiritual walk on the spikes. Heartache

Talking off the runway moon― being you, a

What if the sword leaves and purple eyes

Nothing other than, he was hearing―

Tends to droop, the narcissus, after

Let go the nightmares and oneness,

Light of dawn. Day begins with

I resent. Will remain that

Paying back the debt of virility. A lame duck