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Death of a Rose in which I would capture you,
keep you captive until the dawn breaks.

it would be a glorious sunrise when I set you free.
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dessiahs_song in which i drown, like a paper lantern becoming a soggy ball of brittle ice.
words, glorious words.
spelling the epitaph of melancholy clowns, and shining swords.
breathing into life a meaning more profound. ah yes, there are words...
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