Poem -
Prism of Pain
The light of the death,
is my special breath
it is my neoteric life
and precious wealth
I long to switch our placesÂ
oh my eternal loyal friend
to let you try living the life
and to let me start the end
The light of the death,
is the ancient entity
not exist without me
not reach me in eternity
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