Cowards form the veil. Sampling of the salt. Desire looking glass.
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In evening they shall come. Pity stains our hands. Insects bite my
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eyes. Forever calling home. Reaping forest calm. Long painful
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hymns, a dirge of blackened day. Falling to my knees to kiss the
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horses tongue. Moonlight invades, cancerous lust. Drawing a smile,
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bold men have tried. With sugar we taste, through darkness we
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fall. In memories lost hope, I seal my eyes. Through vertigo's
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touch, and a northern winds breeze, onward I search and forever
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I'm lost. It feels like an eternity since I last saw the light on
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your face, and if I recall, you left me the wind and taught me to
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fly. I must have you for one last time and I will pay for my sins
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with one thousand lashes from the roses stem across the very chest
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that holds my beating heart.
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Reaping Forest Calm
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Novembers Doom |