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Desamor Apr 2019
At night, red and clear embrace,
around a withered body they blend.
The battle begins when I close my eyes,
in the dead of night it ends.
Desamor Apr 2019
what’s the point of life
if you never get to live it?
whats the point of love
if you cannot to cherish it?

— The End —