Half full of blood sunset,
And half full of cold ice,
A dash of gold,
A splash of ink,
And moonlight will suffice.
A swirl of burnt silver,
And a twilight spike of death,
And the morning sun,
Euphoric fun,
Will draw upon your breath.
Just a single drop of venom,
Mixed with half a cup of tears,
And a strand of light,
From caffeine night,
Will drain away the years.
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