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Shadow of Pale
In a garden of stone mirrors of bones
and the devil's own frozen vasectomy
palming the face echoing ashes of Hell
your chatoyant green eyes are like jewels
dripping blood through a kaleidoscope
of memories ticking like a metronome
hemorrhaging twilight through a veil
where crimson blood flows wedding bells
seeking my blue lips gone to a shadow of pale
and the devil's own frozen vasectomy
palming the face echoing ashes of Hell
your chatoyant green eyes are like jewels
dripping blood through a kaleidoscope
of memories ticking like a metronome
hemorrhaging twilight through a veil
where crimson blood flows wedding bells
seeking my blue lips gone to a shadow of pale
Published 15th Sep 2023
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