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Desolate Death brings decay paralyzing my thoughts, echoing anguish, breathing your mortality... absolute knowledge condemns, strips my core to ruins, mauls my heart... grief-stricken journey, haunting passages of time unknown, desolation in attendance... time ceases beating, unashamed accepting your final kiss, inhaling your essence... unrelieved my agony, separation our perverse twisted fate, unabashed cruelty incarnate. Lune 2 poetry form
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