Exile love that dawned old
hour before evening
I has flew the barren abode
With solely wounded blot
scarred void of time's doom
desolate longing wrought.
Arteries ran in shattered blight art
desiring but,vitriolic every cuts
to beat amends upon my heart
across the way my pain
became your route atonement
until i could not love again
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