I sow vulnerable flame of candle in your chamber of dark.
That flame cannot exist without your own breath.
Stay alive, that love can be real in this cruel world.
Stay a wake that stars can glow in your eyes.
I sow the end in your chamber of dark, sow death how dance with you.
Do not let to death kiss your sweetest lips, than run and run….
Say those words, what will save your soul, and give you little bet peace.
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