the echo of a shadow

zero’s bastard cur

wind of the nevermore

half of all was her

minutes flog like imps

time becomes a maul

twisted witchcraft fire

burns empty’s alcohol

touch this wicked rock

arduous and cold

i know what you carry

i know what you hold

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