The algae crawl into these pages,
Mark the eyes with a dusted smile,
And the room smells of your absence.
The verse that looms darkness in my brain,
The sound haunts light,
And a handful of stories die within me.
The shackles that hold your memory,
The shades fade from your eyes,
The eyes that dare the fears
Stand in the choir of evil spheres.
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