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The last light.
My soul began to wither away,
refusing to let go of my mortified heart.
I standby,
helplessly observing;
the contamination of the light,
which once burned ablaze for me.
I watch those flames glisten for one last act;
giving it every ounce of life it has.
I fall as the very chains of time embrace me,
petrifing those flames along with My soul.

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