back in the beginning when your words were absolute you spoke my name and I came to life my love was formed on your lips what kind of fiction does that make me? copyright notwithstanding sometimes I’m stony real others I’m a mere affectation I’m not sure what that signifies could be I’m not real at all just a minor character in some worn out old story whispered in the darkness in the end there was a murmur when your words were obsolete
hear my voice: 'Dagger'
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