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Disgraced
I've always known I can't take another step where the moon marks an opalescent boundary to my darkest dreams and the sun burns all hopes
time goes by dragging old vices while you keep waiting regretting, longing... perhaps chasing
I'm an effigy, painted on the wall an ancient embroidered tapestry neglected under a pile of dust... ghosts have no memory.
sand, like blood spills through your cold fingers and you've lost what you've loved and you still love all that you've lost.
cry... no you can't! a dead soul never mourns only waits hiding in the shadows of loneliness collecting heartbeats and whispers, luscious kisses, and futile caresses
Once in each lifetime you need a centennial love to embrace this sempiternal solitude and lean a warm touch.
Dedicated to Nyhterides and her story All Lips Turn Blue
