Wishing love that never comes true, alludes me beyond the raging celestial stars.
I wonder how ceaseless your shadow in those shun of love.
Alone. Peculiar. Odd. Strange.
You named it over my name.
Like a cloud that bruise its wings beyond those aflame sight.
You are what you are, need me live in those incarnation.
With me lying on those bed of dying roses.
Love. Passion. Lust. Luxurious.
I named it over your name.
Like a stream that brings me in those abloom wynd of soul.
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