現実の夢

what if the land of day and queen of night are of the same coin, but two separate sides

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hers is an exquisite kind, of wine, tinged with cruelty and bitterness, infused with sorrow,
but he who knows its flavour can never forget her taste, mistress of the morn and morrow

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deceitful smile, so tame and wild
what precious pains could bear
could yield such tortured eyes, o woeful child
what sweet despair, the voice of suns
swallowed, eclipsed, abyss consumed
the serpentine glow of tempestuous skies
of boisterous winds and violent nights
are met, reflected, in her face,
a storm, seething, about to rise

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so if you lose control just let it go, show off the fire
heart of gold, a hole, it burns with a cold desire
frozen old, your leaves will fold, begin to shatter
so it goes, the mirror whispers to her admirer - a dream of what is real