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I awoke beneath the skeletal vaults of a long-desecrated basilica. Thus sepulcher whereas orisons shallow putrefied alongside the cascading dust of eras. The fractured cupola permits among monochromatics firmament to peer through rather “
A sleepless, unblinking oculus.” While the effigies amidst seraphim have surrendered their visages to creeping lichen and perpetual pluvial erosion.
My pinions, once rumored to refract the empyrean light.
Herein, comprise only somber plumes that molt with every respired breath. Greeted not by sacred canticles but by the hollow resonance of my own paces.
An echo akin to the lamentations of phantoms marooned from hope. Within those forecourt, moribund cherry blossom stands as embody emblem of vitality.
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