Midnight sunrise


Like the relentless, watching hour, a dead of the night tapestry, a deep falls over me
With conviction,i did bare my soul, now my soul tethered, by my phantoms,their remains,their bones, lying at my feet, breathing their ashes into my lungs,into my blood stream,i began to go insane dying in murky air and skies, she a gift, elevated me from this grave,she lifted the veil,radiant, stunning,she is my midnight sunrise

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