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Black Seraph

Seraph tears fill my inkwell

I write our initials on obsidian

They resonate light that fell

Encompassing; your eyes the meridian

Destination nowhere but here

Your skin fair as moonlight

Lips red like ruby

Hair black as the night sky

A song bird of beauty

© The Sad Owl

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The Sad Owl

I'm just here. Until I'm not.

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