Firm whispersFor another place he loathesTo go,While winter has remained her clothes,While warmth is ever theSpotlight to call her up. He knewHer time was up.He knew her timeWas to go upTowards clouds, purer in complexion,More delusional than his hopeIn Heavens, in scriptureWhispering more whispersFor desperate daylight. To walk, to talkMore steps, more wordsNear the side

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