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On the edge of my conscience
With no voice
The hidden sense
Calls me with a quiet touch
To break out of pitch black dreams
The light is burning
And mystery
Which is breathing
In the corner of soul
Struggles restrained
In the spider webs
of dreadful thoughts
It will not break away
And show what shelter from the world
Trembling and pulsing hatred
My true love
If I could deceive her
Let her grieve
Stab a dagger in the disdain's throat
Get drunk with her strength

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