What can ever bloom again, when the power to live is missing, dryness sows hate inside of my heart. Fading l___, a flower made of stone, forgotten in being. Broken of life, disintegrated of illusion. The dread lets me feel the force of love, to refuse my power, I hate the thirst of love. It will judge me, judge me until death. Sunday means flesh.

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