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Nothing’s Ain
I cannot wither anymore
I cannot bide this horrid lor
Under neath a seething skin
Burns an Anima’s yowling din
By and by to leifmotif’s
Uncontrollable abraded grief
Then and then to inearth’s wae
What is worth a worthless day
To hide within a desolate dree
Death becomes the death of thee
Wherein such of Nothing’s ain
Apparition’s phantom pain
That bleeds to Wither’s evermore
As I fade , and then go o’er .
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1-6-15
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Nothing`s Ain
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