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Sweating in cold water
the temperance of idolatry
may spring in oblivious
splendor.
Leaving this body numb...

Fires rage while cinders
slowly succumb to my
embodiment and burn
my flesh like a candle.
Farewell my kindred sorrow
the age of winter is long
behind us.



by nocturnus
posted on 07/02/2017

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Tags: numb, cinders

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