Shadows close, shadows dark,
In the eve, of a tormented heart.
The blood drips slow,
The beat is sharp.
A restless, weary toll.
The hand that parts.
Ocean waves, streaming through,
The gentle bays, of morning dew,
And lost in love, I am with you.
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Author:
RSM (Pseudonym) (
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