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I’m imagining a sky, A sky full of lust and desire, Clouded by the very lies that resurface, Each night in your eyes as you rise, under the starry night sky.   From your bed and into the stars,
Silent Ones   When the sky is dark, and the wind is cold, And the rain comes down, fold on fold,
Death I do not fear, for he is certain. What is to come, though, is ambiguous. Could it be a new life to begin, Or does everything turn into dust?
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