Sunset
The sun was about to set
When darkness swallowed it
And the blood of the sun gushed on the horizon
Then a hand out of many hands of the dark
Came into my chest
And crushed my heart.
When darkness swallowed it
And the blood of the sun gushed on the horizon
Then a hand out of many hands of the dark
Came into my chest
And crushed my heart.
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