The aged bones of my dark words laying at the bottom of the inkwell now but stains of memories in the catacombs of my mind from my obsidian past As we kiss the new dawn on love's new horizon pulsing in my veins without the loneliness softly lay the dew Echoing in my ear on our sea of love as stars rain down like snow on our ottoman's bed of Aquarius from my obsidian past sliding down
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