Once upon a midnight kiss, the shadow fades. Now only a memory of a broken mirror blighted sordid, and so I pray. Putting to rest the fog or mist, for I am but a troubled smile. When the time comes, darkness descends. With a burial shroud and pale complexion, as the curtain closes on the day. But without a tear for it is written, to forever disguising my immortality. For I was but a troubled cheek, and this will be the last you hear of me. With a jar on the table, a blood-red heart, to forever silence my pain without decay. Once upon a time, now rusting nails.
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