In the Garden of Revelations
the moon is hidden
and sighs a heavy breath
a fog patrols the endless sky
as the ashes of our ancestors walk on wind
a light flickers prismatic
while the grey night lingers
in silence
these tears are not mine own.
In the Garden of Revelations
the moon is hidden
and sighs a heavy breath
a fog patrols the endless sky
as the ashes of our ancestors walk on wind
a light flickers prismatic
while the grey night lingers
in silence
these tears are not mine own.
Fictional Tendencies 
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