Frown upon my work
Stained with blood
Of sleepless dark
And opulent absence.
Envenomed by radiance
Spoken forth in me,
Listed my name,
In the ledger of subordinate figures.
Then I had risen
Twice in height
Afraid of fleeting touch.
For all things I do,
Break past me.
Lonesome bound to loss.
The one who danced with my own.
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