BORN & DIE

IN ONE PREMONITION OF THE

COMMUNE THE OTHER'S WORDS:

AT NIGHT, SITTING OVER MY SECRET PLAN.

PRIVATE OF MY SOLITUDE.

IT'S TIME  FOR TENDER.

FLOURISH THE HOPE, IN THE EMPTY.

TYING THE CAPES,

SINCE THE FIRST STAIN THAT I SEE.

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THE PAIN RISES,

CRAWLING OVER HUNDREDS OF NEEDLES.

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DOES IT MATTER.?

...EACH SCAR THAT YOU LEAVE ON MY SKIN...?

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AT THE END...

IM WAITING FOR.

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YOUR EPILOGUE IS SO SWEET AS HONEY.

MAGNO AND DIVINE...WHY NOT? IT LIES BESIDE ME.