A desk of white candles, channelling blood Doing science, he claimed, logically odd He confessed, a hero in sleep paralysis He's mastering me, a research, he insists
Unmeasurable patience, rude rejections Persistent whispers, a haunted fiction He gave me a puzzle, an impossible art A test to decipher, he's definitely smart
A nonsense storm, six months of riddance Crushing a random playlist, but I was tranced The moon replied, a spirit, decoded a letter He's a half that I lost, nameless cold winter
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