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𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝗮 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗼
𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻
𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗲
𝗮𝗻𝗱
𝗱
      𝗿
𝗼
          𝘄
𝗻
𝗺𝗲.
𝘈 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯: 𝘐𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘺.
He looked at me like he knew me,
but never truly met my soul.
Lips burning with desire's fire,
but not with love's gentle glow.

I gave my body, he kept my soul
I was his night,
never part of the whole.


In Greek
Σώμα δίχως Ονομα

Με κοίταζε σαν να με ήξερε,
μα δεν με γνώρισε ποτέ.
Χείλη που φλέγονταν απ' επιθυμία,
μα όχι απ' αγάπη.

Εδωσα σώμα, κράτησε ψυχή.
Ημουν η νύχτα του,
μα ποτέ το πρωί.
> Where I was never morning and love never crossed that door. Always lusted, but never loved.
[i]
[i]
I want to see a whole world of different sunsets with you.

— The End —