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Dare to go where none have gone
Stare into the two-faced glass
End up in the rhyme of a con
Sent to the blood-red grass
Torn from the darkest age
Wrought into the harshest cave
Born from the sharpest rage
Kindled to become the knave
Blood and fire
Water and breath
Brought onto the pyre
For the Seraph, Death
Crying for her love, she hugs herself
In an attempt to create space
Dying for her love, he burns for her self
In an attempt to erase
His lies smother her happiness
Her love covers his sanity
His truths smother her sadness
Her love burning over vanity
Sera Kyoi
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