Come forth to write, leave not a thought,
To rot,
But a common enemy, in my mind,
Is set to stone, as the gargoyle,
Gargles oil,
You break your bones,
Set in motion a crisp scent of dew,
I am told by rationality, what is true,
I leave your side, but for a moment only,
But I leave this world, cold and lonely
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