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Dark Lullaby
As this first night knows me
as my soul becomes its dream
I understand my small being
is one with time's vast scream.
Even now I know between
my heart's first aspen flutter
and its last soft ashen beat
endless dark passions must clutter
my every empty lonely night
and bear down to hold my mind;
only this one moment knows a calm:
a velvet dark - a fusty smell - fi...
Thursday 10th October 2019 4:23 pm
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