My promises almost wrought through despondence
In that night when we experience
After that blooded moon
By the light of the gloom
By that light that your skin clutched
An ivory dream that mesmerize
As my soul grasp paradise
The odor in which I lived
And grab the bitter feeling
That still lingers from healing
That for too long made
What my scars have concealed
Became revealed
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