Our abode 'mongst the stars is waiting, long enough for our last breath of life. you stare at nothing, right through me, at times resembling the devil's concubine. and me, i am the idol that would long to caress our eyes until they would open no more. i would comfort you if i only could, but as we all know by now... i am just thin air. unaware as you are of my presence, you are losing yourself. hiding within the amen corner.
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