Black wings on the winds of your aura cylindrically drifting on this natural high
fading to and fro; hither and thither
feeding off this incess
Misery holds company
speaking rhythmically in this space that once lived
asking permission to hold you forever
to lay there motionless in the black wings' haven
Ever floating, ever sailing, ever roaming
mounting on the winds of your seamless flat line
The road that leads to no morrow
today! your last! FOREVER!
Black wings...they hover!
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