Prose : Dear you.

I watch upon the scars that lies upon the sky, reminds me of your dreaming love. I try when I hide, its all you what I need... will you be my lunette ? Where I can see the stars between us ? Says mind. She slips her fingers through all the sorrow when one is happy to be unhallow.. staring at her secret eyes which I wish to flare it once and before.

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