Look at the sandstorm
Gallop like a unicorn
The reins are gone,
Her mane is ghoul
Look at the stardust
Sprinkled on forevermore
Her spark is lorn,
Her fingers; we torched
Seal the windows-
Refuse to see, let
The darkness be your bliss
Heal the meadow-
Refuse to flee, let
Your carcass be the feat.
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