The Christmas Rose

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The Light Fades

In the moonlight of the sunlight and the dryspell of the rain, One stands naught to gain. Darkness will bind The Lightness, lifting blinds; hindsight. As the light fades each and everyday My Light Inside seems to fade away.

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The Lyan’s Dive to Franklin 5

Ink runs dry like tears I’ve cried like memories of Year’s-Passers-By. Love’s bluff cloaked in Lie Borderline’s vines’s leaves all dried. A-Self set aside in Stone, beside the Ink I’ve Cried the Life I’ve Dyed. Love’s Perfume: Cyanide Love’s Eternal Suicide.

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