A light hides him, tonight;
too cold the light, grievous eyes;
the pain - too fast; be killed
the word of wounds - of a scribble, a cry, a tear - -
dead myth.
the golden, fell from his face;
blood filled with red moan, sea and shun;
smiling - dead , chosen.
hot face -- dead sun;
his smile spun in hung light;
a cold ache - a sad man walked
this very night;
it drops him into devil deafness;
so innocently - he was strangled.
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