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Now Cold of Tears
Within this realm of fatal dread
Implodes each thought of fey ,
It matters not of Amina’s mirth -
When Inearth calls - today …
Today befalls in yesteryear
And morrow’s birth hast passed ,
Nothingness bleeds nothingness –
As such all things , surpass …
Alas ! Thy breath is nothing more
And such that was , is not ,
What is worth such lachrymose
Now cold , of tears once hot …
And what of thus , is Living’s ain
Thru bludgeon’s path of breath ;
The senselessness of merriment - pain !
If Death …
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8-11-13
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Now Cold of Tears
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