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And so at my last, my gift to you,Is an honest but re-assuring warm adieu.

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I contemplate the size of the universe,
I create the image in my mind and rehearse,
the one act which will make me a curse.
*****
I live in the depths, where all is moss,
and evil thoughts in your mind I toss.
I burn the pen and forge the paper,
Never naked,in your eyes I am but vapour.
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I am a madman inside your mind.
I let the darkness subdue your kind And,
through this words that muses squeal;
Your soul by a madman in the end 
Is in Heal.
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In the end I face the truth.
In the end my soul has lost it's hue.
And so at my last, my gift to you,
Is an honest but re-assuring warm adieu.

© 2012 Suavis_Umbra


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Added on September 24, 2012
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Suavis_Umbra
Suavis_Umbra

Terra, Dark Corner of the Earth, United Kingdom



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