Written for: The Red Hunter
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The lunar eclipse twists inside the cosmic sky
Blood drips,
From a sensitive lie
In a sudden grip, the memory rips
Scars scream in platonic pain
The wish to survive a strong willful tie,
Dash
Dash
Away
Gentle Rose.
Caught between reality's murderous crime
The cloak of false-truth,
May turn like a dime
Through your immortal elder-youth.
Revenge has swallowed your gentle cry,
Though believe, you shall be
yours.
Not his,
Eternal eclipse amidst these
shades of scars.
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Mystique Me [Poetry]
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