I, Lux, wrote the following poem myself
whilst wallowing in the depths of pale despair ...
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what have you wrought?
a miasma of darkness as perceptions writhe.
once we tasted innocence,
untainted and wide-eyed,
but your desire paled.
a dark morass of memory -
memories follow rain, follow pain,
love ground to dust.
in a torrent of sorrow,
i reject you.
