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Good morning
Obsidian Elegy
A silent wingbeat in the dark,
Shadows brushing against the light,
Her body, a faded cathedral,
Where roses cling to bones.
Decadence weaves its delicate lace,
Each feather a whisper, a prayer,
She dances on the edge of oblivion,
Ephemeral, eternal, untamed.
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