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There is a mirror between this world
Unto the next
Lustned by pale hands woven in darkness
Stream upon cold soils and night
where uttened words turn to relic
Deep.Into Dust.

Broken frangments drown in bloodied corrosion
Embraced by burning winds sent by rotten wings

Where pale veins wither
Poisoning the grave
Deep, into Dust.

A geist, pale
Veiled eyes bleached in faded yearning
Great Death, torn through this mirror
thou unravelled from suffering

By the pulse of rotten, fading hearts
Beating to a pendulum dissolved by pollen
Wilt.

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