Two oversouls which are now dust

Y mientras que andas entre lo oscuro,
se abrió el telón,
oyes una voz,
miras y no hay nada.

Hay una puerta entre abierta.
Suena el teclado de un piano.
No era real.

The dark side is about to enter.
Blackbirds, black cards, all black everything.
That awkward addiction to the thrill. 
That present sublime. 
The human being.
That emotiveness of nothing.

Maybe.

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