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Ignored the shadow grows.
Her subtle hands seem more familiar.
Impatience upon bit lips.
Shrugging the last of frail restraint,
In the silence, a recoiled inhale...
Then her screams re-break my heart.

The crows are too close to breathe.
Among visions that don't speak at all.
A whimper from the majestic queen,
As I lay with Lady December.

The crows are too close to breathe.
Among visions that don't speak at all.
A whimper from the majestic queen.
There I lay...

Some have pulled the distance of stars.
Some don't recall the pleasures that will remain ingrained.
Still others wander through zodiac winters. The receding of faith.
Where the cold MissFortune was found in her place.

It's a struggled path when the seasons change
and the devil herself waits at the door.
Blame won't change a thing.
With a gypsy sway, her curse unframed.
I'm lost in Autumn's wake.

Forged and caught
where guilt and list are not so far apart.
Across her crystal stars.
Elevens turned on every card.

The crows are too close to breathe.

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