�Spring Cleaning�

Rummaging through the catalogues of my life,
I tend to rediscover the mysteries of the past.
The long dormant majesty of a fallen empire
Awakening an ever-tortured soul.
Dare to delve deeper and open the wounds,
Tear the gnarled stitches and let the blood flow free.
Spring cleaning for the damned.
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