felt it rain.
There was a music gathering inside, unnamed.
Within a world too full of broken souls.
Sad and sweet. Prolonged, the beat.
Created in a symphony of secrets
held too long within the whole.
At the heart of every tale left untold.
Bold and bleak. Sorrow licking strongly
at the inside of their coverings of flesh.
Kneeling like a sacrifice at some unholy mass.
Crying out in long forbidden tongues
that must refuse the kiss they really miss.
Incestuous, the promise of such bliss.
Carved in stone. Left all alone.
Idolized but never really known.
An invitation then.
The world began to spin
back to the beginning once again.
And then it rained.
The music gathering inside of them,
? Michaelette ?
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