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Rated: E · Poetry · Dark · #1513179
it'll just be an empty space if you'll close it to the world
The Devil Himself
(Thy putrid soul purified)


The scent of my breakfast is yet to fail me from waking up
From the slumber I shall rose, and thus my dreams I gave up
With the chirping sound that I always considered melodies
And drizzles softly kissing my window panes old memories

Where’s the sun, where’s the moon?
I walked into daybreak like it was just like the afternoon
For awhile I thought it was all just a dream for me
But how wonderful really the reality is as I can see

Once again I shut my eye
Time really does fly
For when almost it had me believing
That I am still a person worth forgiving
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