June
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If your skies are crumbling beneath the louded weights, if you let your hopes lie, like glitter on an open road. If your mortal strength is not enough to breach the gates your last burning morningstar is a godforsaken soul. If your soul burns with striking flames aloud, if your heart weakens, as of a touch of death in person. If reason is naught but stricken by the darkened shroud, your mind gone with your ecstasy forsaken, you worsen.
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