our love crashed to the gates of hell as if slain by the sun,
the salvation we once found now doomed to pining,
flaring against blackness, then dead,
drowned by velvet ebon nothingness.
our love crashed to the gates of hell as if slain by the sun,
the salvation we once found now doomed to pining,
flaring against blackness, then dead,
drowned by velvet ebon nothingness.
This poem is my mirror this evening.
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