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[absintheatnight]

Beauty at What Cost
Alone I stand
  On the brink of Compulsion
    Poised to Poison
      Immunity is forsaken;
       So desperately familiar
     This dry landscape, never changing
   Barren and always Winter
 Diamond teardrops never fly
    Beauty at What Cost
      Plague, your dysfunction
       Through one million years
     past Aeons ago
   Dont ever let go