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Re: Midnight Lovers
Shedding Schisms
Shedding skin at sunset
I succumb to my subconscious
And sell my soul to stimulate
Sullen and subdued senses
Savoring sensations, as I spiral
Into a sea of self-loathing
Where the severed serpent speaks of
The gold within my shadow
Starving for control, I slither into
The sanctuary of self-reproach
Safe from the sacrifice required
To heal the schisms
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