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The pale light of the full moon illuminates My shadow and I hold hands in the illusion There in front of the whitewashed tombs, I see him My Dark One My Angel The light reflects off his pale white skin And I see the emerald centers underneath his painted eyes He is an androgynous boy-man His passion warms his cold skin and mine We fall on the cold sepulchre, my gothic lover and I Locked in our death embrace He is light and dark Pure and soiled Saint and sinner Heaven and hell His scent mingles with the rising jasmine I breathe him in His iron embrace drains all life His devouring kiss is my demise No reprieve |
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