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By Cyan Date: 2002 Jun 23 Comment on this Work [[2002.06.23.20.52.12153]] |
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It aches inside me. The pain grows like an iris in springtime, only not as pretty. I feel the core of hell, yet the one Lucifer holds dear is much more colder than this. Blood flows from the excuse of a soul I have left. It's far too pink, not as red as a summer rose. The rising day awakens, but I am indebted to the darkness. It owns me and there is no escape- only by the grace of your love. |