So cold it seems as my dreams chill frosting in patterns of condensation like blood dripping into a coagulation In our eternal heaven of darkness before the dusk of awakening lust with candles in the dark Dripping new life of the vampire mirrored by recollection of once what was beaucoup Now that I have found grieving love as pastel as the shadow of dusk bound to ethereal harmony You
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