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Prince Extend the arms for what The death's innate The mourns of light Might awake the masters You might be more You can be more Angel's melancholie dies at your doorstep Who is loved and unloved Morning nhilist burns in death's shadow We dwell past the horrors and sadism Blood and flesh tore up for prince #review#poetry