Its a killer

Its a killer. Like anger to a bee. Like Hope in the eyes of a decided fate. Like Music to my ears, we fade slowly together. Our feet move in step time sync. Its a beauty; like the swan. A flap of the wings in the water light. A twist of the neck; a break of your arm. It's a killer, with the name of Love.

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