Rot rips flesh from its ivory tether
Bitter is a lie pulled from the nether
In torrid heat, this rose crumbles
On broken beats, this heart fumbles
To blame I was for this cursed weather
Passions kill the sober mind
Resolve shattered by hands intwined
An open door, I now behold
For hope’s kiss, I bear cold
This spite I held onto left me blind
In this place I found a feather
A soft voice, the pinion now mumbles
With bated breath I lay reclined
Dreams of light, this day foretold
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