the corpse quietly hit onto the dark side of the door,
the pair of uneven surface covering the gateway.
the twin opened slowly, and the body stood still...
be it the dense layer of thick air covering the visibility,
the pair of eyes closed when there was no need to see.
cured soul borne the unwanted goals,
followers followed.
dizzy rain, holy scream,
the falling angel was on the way to dim.
direction, intersectable,
a twisting wind had hollowed out.
a paper on chorcoal,
light as a wish,
a day with no surrender,
this is the dawn that blendered.
hasty elbow lusts love.
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