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Last breath to take
With the darkness approaching
in every corner of the room.
Light fades away very slowly
like a last breath you can take.
A rose, taken from a garden,
a leaf taken from its basics.
As so cuts the thorn into the wound
and leaves its heart out to bleed.
The fear holding back the life
As a knowledge to the unexpected
With the knife
that cuts to bleed.
So are you, my love.
My last thorn
to which I cut and bleed.
That sparkle of light turning into dark.
The very last breath to take.