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Down to the blood that pumps my heart
A deep desire to share a lung comes to pass, moved by your siren,I'm null but to submit to a passion untamed, a frantic attack to the heart

don't fret,I'll soothe your sore sorrowful wings because you are my unkind raven
Close your eyes, for im bound to fend off the shade that's haunts you, my darling dove ,Attest my genuine warmth, for you have cured me from petrification.

"Be my innamorata, "she said...
A chemical released by ones brain
In time where not all turns into ash,
I dance with butterflies stumbling on and on tainted flowers,
cradling her rose.

An untouched diamond in dark.
Shadowed it keeps me In a well I'd willingly drown.
flowing of nothing but genuine love

A obviously mystery of anguish worth the neverending moonlight spent.
I am trapped in adoration,
feeling the air leave my lungs.

A garden, the beauty in bliss you abandoned. watch my world turn as i stop writing about her
It fades. is a question unanswered
Never knew I'd long so deeply for what hides in the bud of nightshade.

Over and over, I search for wounds dressed in makeup.
Nothing and everything, sublime, for broken vases call louder to me.
Don’t mistake this for fleeting love. I want your skeletons to speak.
Underneath your beauty, is there a madness, too?

Maybe I’m just drawn to people I think I can fix.
I keep asking where I belong in your story.
Somehow, I hope I’m the “right one” you speak of
Only, it hurts now to admit: I was never taught how to be right.

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