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He
his was
an empty verse
brought by a solitary
meaning
it was you
broken one
shining one
who showed me
my given face
returns to me
child
your sight is fading
I hold on to
each vaporizing
tone
knowing
yours is a world far brighter
deeper than all truths
now shake cosmic
snowflakes from
ardent crust
nameless one
once more lend me
this vigil shade
shake tears
from these eardrums
on this pier
I stand avian
do not mourn night
beloved dawn
winds weep
haunted hunting
swan song
kindred fire
holds no flame
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an empty verse
brought by a solitary
meaning
it was you
broken one
shining one
who showed me
my given face
returns to me
child
your sight is fading
I hold on to
each vaporizing
tone
knowing
yours is a world far brighter
deeper than all truths
now shake cosmic
snowflakes from
ardent crust
nameless one
once more lend me
this vigil shade
shake tears
from these eardrums
on this pier
I stand avian
do not mourn night
beloved dawn
winds weep
haunted hunting
swan song
kindred fire
holds no flame
copyrights © owned by Rianne 2025
all rights reserved
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