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Our abode 'mongst the stars is waiting,
long enough for our last breath of life.
you stare at nothing, right through me,
at times resembling the devil's concubine.
and me, i am the idol that would long
to caress our eyes until they would open no more.
i would comfort you if i only could,
but as we all know by now... i am just thin air.
unaware as you are of my presence,
you are losing yourself.
hiding within the amen corner.