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Here's the lamented lullaby, Belladonna, Nightshade. To sleep, to dream, the muted lie; Moonbeams falter, light fades. There's the cursed siren song, Lotus Blossom, Wolfsbane. To fall, to wail, the night is long, Fleeting waves of blackened rain. Walk the tides, my tender love,... - Poetry > Free VerseWhat makes you? Is it the rain, or The searing pain, From the rasp of a word Hushed, yet heard, Carried aloft by the Harsh winds of hate? What breaks you? A lover once lost To Winter's slow frost, Bitter tears you've shed When overcome with dread, Brought from the depths of ...
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