He is there
Mingled with both colors and shadows
Melting with wondrous affection
The interval between reach and grasp is where all
His serenity dissolved as thistles of devilish
Nightmare.
Born like that , with that passion's sins in his eyes
That was his beauty.
Jun 24, 2018
Jun 24, 2018 at 1:39 PM UTC
He is there
Mingled with both colors and shadows
Melting with wondrous affection
The interval between reach and grasp is where all
His serenity dissolved as thistles of devilish
Nightmare.
Born like that , with that passion's sins in his eyes
That was his beauty.
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