Death

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When the stars say goodnight,
The sun is no longer bright,
I lay my head for the last time,
Life no longer a crime,
For the last tear is shed and last drop is bled,
Take of me what u will,
Soaring and tethering on the verge of insanity,
Stripping me of humanity,
And all that remains are tendrils of memories.

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