Rue


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Absolve us, dormant rite's ease.
Yearn, clime!
Only less love is never sure.
Apostase!
Use dark rifts, ebb your cool omnist
Lips' line in new soil
All unclothed, dreaming red.
Each year crawls out lifeless:
Insane numb sadness.