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White silence
Bleak noises
Each with a simple heartbeat
Frozen roses
Rising darkness
Filling my mind from hear to toe
I can see you
My breaking dawn
I can feel you
My bleeding heart
I can hear you
My burning passion
I want it all again
Cure me of my patience
Curse me for my devotion
Bind me to my blood
Torture those whispered words
Break me

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