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A black light with an awkward shine

He is made of pure darkness

He is no demon, not a ghost

He is made of beautiful obscurity

A lonesome creature with a bow to untwine

His veins are flooded with sadness

A strange withered, somehow precious innermost

Fading into the arms of monotony

He’s no angel either

But for love he was eager

He is every broken version of you

With the crooked heart, his a version of me too.

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