Looking into the eyes of your murderer, and instilling forgiveness.

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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