the night I keep on remembering

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blinding midnight beam

broken, tainted window pane

flowing frozen sore

peeking of rose vines below

hiding shaft of brilliance

over dense dew of shadows

dripping fluid of each others body

tang of bitter-sweet melancholy

touch of juicy lips

digs deeper grave of abyss

decades of harsh strokes

heals no numbing wounds nor sores

yet, taps our broken souls

treasures of collected sins

and remained hidden pleasures

then, expect an arrangement that is not meant

for another tomorrow