My Last Lumen, Haughty

Each ‘us devilled once
airbeat sleeping torrids
you and I, a Door t’us

Widows lose faith’n face
but son will soon be born
let’s berich w’our amores

Hiding in pains sight
love’s our balm t’end
end of world wars

Please be me anew
lost or safe, hope
eternal life, torches

Warming’s cooling, s’fine
I’m touch’t w’holiest ghosts
light’ning your porches

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