Say
Last
Give one last caress
You I must repress
It breathes a howling
of distress
Beneath no man has fallen
Down
true to the White Lies
Space
A tender slight embrace
For he who slings the
mase
Will savour all the
sorrow
Break
Down the hands of time
through the stained
glass shrine
to sink into the crime
Of knowing Not what
Season
Midst
A pale night curtain
dove
Sheltered By no love
To speak in tones above
Don't grow to hate the
broken Give
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