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You claim to live in the shadows, yet you shine so brightly.
A different realm of tyranny, consumed by the bittersweet kiss of the night sky.
And I a shadow
A cloaked figure
Wandering on spirits that I will never truly own or be owned by.
I could only hope to touch remnants of the living.
A broken prince, curated heartbreak.
I let the lights like glitter blind me from the rest of the world.
I know there is nothing in front of me.
Yet I dance with a woman I cannot see.
About the Creator
Illusive
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