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This life of mine takes yet another idle turn

A natural smile consumes me, not one based on the gratitude of

Death

Something more authentic than the facade once known

The inability to cry has become my salvation

This oxygen so divine through the passing of time

As I breathe I become more absorbed in its alluring scent

Freedom from the loathsome chains of burden

My dark angel manifests many virtues once immured deep within my soul.