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For loss of a better word.

Not a song to be sung, not a bell to be rung, not a sky to be seen serpentine surely won.
severing not a lung but the lungs with a flood, with a splash not a ripple born a cripple born undone.
Half a soul? have my soul, down and out? pay my toll take my load take my fortune it's nothing, no gold.
Bet a man of his pride, bet your life that we've died, bet a woman of her intuition bet of Eros's lie.
Bring life without reason, False love without fate, the damned sleep in limbo all promised no escape.
Not a hand not a clue, not a ladder sent by you, not a thought not a spark not a flower in the dew.
not once but again not a sin... not again... yes again  lanzar de los cielos otra vez.. para los bien.
Written by martyr26
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