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| embalmed in stubborn sacrifice
of the dreams you never live and the life that you refuse to dream, you are grieving for the otherside of love and the songs are sticking in closed throat, broken echoes retching golden shards that pierce your starless death-wrapped skin. unwilling to remove a bitter mask you crushed the lights fantastic, fearful that their glow, spilling close to ever-winter heart, would ask you to reject the husk of darkness that has mummified your dead-eye soul. |