It is not all that you
tickle away from me.
It\'s the stygian mark
you gain,
on your
soul you see?
That telltale
insignia;
on my
ambassador
of onyx reverie,
first thing
I\'ll see,
in that peace.....
where ever
you sent me
I\'ll....
still hug you,
as a beam
cause,
It\'s all...
and always
glinted,
my friend;
as a
throw rubbed
dream.
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