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The Blessings Fail
It was too loud
to become a savior. You
longed for― only a
flower weight.
I wanted it to last―
my pain― lying to myself.
I will wait for the
sanity to reappear.
Too raw― the codex.
It burns the author. I
will have to learn―
a new alphabet.
The bell tolls,
bell tolls.
Take me to crypt in dark.
I have to read the walls again.
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