By Aylea Denoy
In the muse of boundless secrets, we walk confidently.
We release into the gray night, our raw supernatural sincerity unveiled,
As eerie eyes fuse and magnify the mess of expression.
Soft souls, full of purity and menace, conceal their mundane modesty,
And the bleak existence is hidden in the silence of strangers.
We release into the gray night, our raw supernatural sincerity unveiled,
As eerie eyes fuse and magnify the mess of expression.
Soft souls, full of purity and menace, conceal their mundane modesty,
And the bleak existence is hidden in the silence of strangers.
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