Eventually the fire overcame
The smell of (...)
Now seal the purposes anew
The night outside was still the same
From the window one could see
The long dark road stretch back for miles
A path of peril, sleepless black
Now breathing slow alone, not free
Breathing slow
Alone, not free
Within this cloak of shame
There is nothing worth undoing
writes
worth
within
white
whence
undoing
tragedy
track
there
still
sleepless
escape
purposes
black
could
alone
cloak
below
noone
night
eventually
window
peril
would
whisper
better
stretch
should
every
fearless
shame
cover
fears
lifeless
miles
nothing
storm
breathing
outside
smell
overcame
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