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Tonight my love
Your
Eyes are Grave-Flowers,
Growing
On the Tombstone
Of
My Heart;
(Here lies a
Tortured Soul.)
But
can you resurrect
The
Dead Dreaming
In
My Broken Head?
Or do such voices
Live
On only in memories?
(Which shall forever
Torture Me.)
J.s.h.
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