Laced in dusk

If We only have forever laced in dusk, maybe daylight would not exist.
I told you the night brings more salt than tears, as if the sea was the killer of dreams, and hope
Can't we barder beg or steal, I'd borrow that gravestone, just to remember,
It's the horrible permanence of death, that burns me like an ember- December is the hottest month leading to January rivers wild, tears that bare the solvents of a fragile inner child,
Has the dawn become that place, i wake from dreams but you aren't there,
Sometimes it's the borrowed poison that missus's my dispare,
I'd gladly wake the angels, sound the trumpet, ring the bell, for another day like heaven with you, in this lonely cold , dark hell .
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