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Rated: E · Poetry · Dark · #2180872
Off the walls

I feel your thoughts in tune with mine,
though we crossed paths yet to find.
What existence have I sifted,
never have I felt this lifted.

See the book beyond the pages
and the graves of war it wages.
Still I use this curse I'm gifted
to portray, my brain has shifted.

Seek the end on empty stages
Your demise will plague the ages.
See the hand attempt in taking
all that's left is broke or breaking.

So your demons danced with mine
when the moon played off the spine.
In the echo of our making
breath resounds in darkness waking.
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