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Well, this blog is not dead yet. So am I. Exmas been around and it kills nothing but creativity, inspiration and billions of neurons. This is just a new poem. It's nothing much just some random thoughts...
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Tangible light
Intangible night
As the Angels pass
Songs of prayer
Songs of mourn
Seeping through
The window
Placating
The crying widow
His voice echoes
The forfeit
Of a phoenix
Claiming eternal love
Her heart wrenches
Her foul existence
Hate defiling her soul
Tangible night
Intangible light