This is my darkest hour.
This is my longest, starless night.
This is my hardest lullaby.
These are my furthest hands.
So this is the bloodiest stardust.
Those were the bluntest pigments.
That was the busiest sound.
These are the dirtiest figureheads.
These are the briefest of bounds.
So this was the luckiest hug.
That was the cruelest scent.
That was the frailest past.
I had the laziest of loves.
This was the strictest day.
I had the shyest pain.
This was my darkest hour.
Here is the loudest palimpsest.
I have the flattest memory.
We will have the truest future.
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