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Arise
As vines twine through the gaps of the fence,
I hear the sobs of chimes that cry in the distance.
I see reflections in the water that respire-
For they will not look the same
when the gale of morning expires.
The Glycerine enhances the past
reflections of Pale lost Souls
As the virtues of the darkness
distance themselves from the
shimmering lights that glow.
The clock ticks as it lies upon my wrist;
Putrefied quartz that scatters atoms dust
across the lands of reddened rust;
Compel me, if you may;
For the Darkness will disappear in Day.
11/14/12[/i][/b]
I hear the sobs of chimes that cry in the distance.
I see reflections in the water that respire-
For they will not look the same
when the gale of morning expires.
The Glycerine enhances the past
reflections of Pale lost Souls
As the virtues of the darkness
distance themselves from the
shimmering lights that glow.
The clock ticks as it lies upon my wrist;
Putrefied quartz that scatters atoms dust
across the lands of reddened rust;
Compel me, if you may;
For the Darkness will disappear in Day.
11/14/12[/i][/b]
Published 8th Dec 2012
| Edited 28th Sep 2016
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