There exists purity and no silence
The unmistakable shadow of that which
Will reach right over to your neck and
You lay there sort of still basking in
The frigid air that seeps through the breath of
Your soul and whatever came here tonight
To rip it out with an open mouth that tastes you
The spool is empty now, there is no road back to
The place that carries you here
Where you empty and feel nothing
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