It ends here. I want stop this fall.
The demise of our love makes me among feathers crawl.
My throat of hunger and the secret sorrow.
Stillborn and grievious I leave these wings of dead child.
Where grim ghosts stand and the malice with its might.
No love of light. No binding ember to cherish.
From nothingness I will slowly perish.
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