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night shadows strike the bell
              thirteen
               harbingers of the coming
             moonstar

icy wishes held between
the taut invisible strings
           of morning
           as it
           breaks A P A R T

             crimson
              in the light
             of our sins

  order, order
       here lies
       the broken ties
       submit and bless
       they /all/ confesss

        lilacs
grow in the crevice,
   the darkest
        soil of my mind

   existence is merely
     the hallucination of the hidden
                dreamer.
     for once,
   i just want to be me.