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Do Not Exhale
Souls burning into oblivion,.
Nothing but hot embers of our bodies remain,.
In the long awaited triumph of our nightmares,.
The solitude of our lives dressed in gasoline,.
A concubine that holds the spark,.
I look at the tendrils of flame arising from the abyss,.
As the pyres of our souls lights up the night,.
Stars shudder from such a sight,.
We are all set to fail,.
If we continue to exhale.,.,
Nothing but hot embers of our bodies remain,.
In the long awaited triumph of our nightmares,.
The solitude of our lives dressed in gasoline,.
A concubine that holds the spark,.
I look at the tendrils of flame arising from the abyss,.
As the pyres of our souls lights up the night,.
Stars shudder from such a sight,.
We are all set to fail,.
If we continue to exhale.,.,
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