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[ditsylizzie]

Oh night divine.
When my eyes rise high, my heart sinks low.
And in my deepest slumber
my mind stirs awake.
Cruelty rests in chambers of false hope
My future is inevitable
yet indesposable
intent and indeed
unknown.
Jingle jingle
monotonous bells
sound for a flurry of frivolous withouts
With, I am empty
and unknown; content
Count my blessings among the many
but sing my song with melancholy
Overtones.
Overlooking the figure.
Shadow has a crying tone.
Punch me.