| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - te my senses.And yet come the morningI awaken to an empty roomwhere all is forgottenno memories remainOf all the visions you had brought.- slashes bleeding out red - life dripping on the bed - wings molting from white to black of death - I will never trust and let these walls crack again. love is a curse most fierce - to hold it as I do in your heart is a course of rapids most severe - to be held
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