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She sang her scars to slumber o’ so sweet. The conjuror of vast consciousness collapse. Earthly fodder of this a last descent by crooked hands. Winds have stained black the flesh. A crown of clouds. The sky knelt before soul. Now is the time to ask day if it dreams of night. Not such lore bittersweet. As woman with her wings. The ghost that pulled the moon from its shackled stare. Quiver, lest your courage ascend once more to the seas. Eyes silent to the swell and the sweet waters kiss. The empty passing night that wades through the sanguine sands, cast to woe in its weeping mortality. Visceral seas. She took the breath from these lungs that will now freeze. Earth down upon its knees. Visceral seas. Extinct by our decrees. Lost within the trees. Scent of life fades from the breeze.