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Funeral night

That night,it rained to fill sin onto dark,
could feel throb of my heart spilling cold ill
lament covered moon like mosses screaming night's musk,
sting into eyes ghastly,aging light
and all i could smell was fever,heat.
Written by AlisVolatPropriis8 (Rakhi Rudra)
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