break my heart for you



Voluble death
Voiceless Life
Inability of the night
To conceal the nonexistent
The potency of the dreams
No more leprechaun cohorts
My prayers languishing… gradually
My breath trilling… feebly
My smiles dying… slowly
Angels croon…
Yes, death becomes me!
No more eros, 
No more a sprite sprinkles dust,


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