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Pry the light
Where morose fingers pry the light from my soul
Collecting the husks of glimmer
Meddling in the shimmer of locution
that recoils my words from their wisdom
Where sable embosses the eye
And moistens my breath
Where the bleakest desires pale circumstance
and the singlet of sorrow is crafted
When it seeps into your core
to paint you a portrait
Collecting the husks of glimmer
Meddling in the shimmer of locution
that recoils my words from their wisdom
Where sable embosses the eye
And moistens my breath
Where the bleakest desires pale circumstance
and the singlet of sorrow is crafted
When it seeps into your core
to paint you a portrait
Published 18th Nov 2024
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