***
Obsidian mornings,
sniffing quivering needs.
Dawn keeps falling,
entraps me as before,
But from thy solitary grace
Thou comest now no more.
***
Obsidian mornings,
sniffing quivering needs.
Dawn keeps falling,
entraps me as before,
But from thy solitary grace
Thou comest now no more.
***
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