86.) ebony

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Hello darkness, my old home.
The taste of chocolate raisin on my tongue.
The dark delight seeds under the dome.
Falling from grace seems so inevitable yet wrong.

I hold the red roses you gave me and drown them in liquid ebony.
Now their eyes have been blinded, they can't see
anything but darkness, they bleed.

They bleed the ink from their eyes,
try to cover their disease with their hands.
But they slipped so hard on black ice,
that they freed the water beneath onto the lands.

Ebony stone, darkened ruined.
Ebony heart, hardened fluid.
Ebony mind, enchanted, druid.
Ebony soul, why did I do it?
︎︎∞︎︎∞︎︎∞︎︎∞︎︎∞︎︎∞︎︎∞︎︎∞︎︎∞︎︎∞︎︎∞︎︎∞︎︎∞︎︎∞︎︎∞︎︎
ద ద    𖦊   ꪉ   𐀔  𐃸   ద 𖦊 ʊ
༒ ༒   ༒  ༒ . . ༒ . . ༒
༒    ༒   ᜊ  ༒ ༒ ༒
༒           ༒ ༒
༒           ༒ ༒       .        .       ༒
༒           ༒ ༒         .    .         ༒
ద ༒
༒             .   ༒
༒   .        .    ᰔ

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