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Hades

there is this place we hideaway
hidden beneath a thicket
of golden brambles and
beams of star light

dancing sun shards
peer in and
cut us deep pink embers-
wounds yield,
kissed by Passion’s flame-

what of knowing Paradise
only to be cast away- as Lucifer
laments, his punishment, too severe-

Hell would be me
never being able
to find my way
back here to you

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