You are near,
crying in your arms,
because I cannot carry
your charms
to your seductive,
reductive grave.
Your form is an aura
I'll blind myself to,
wishing nothing
when it passes,
like an unseen star
through a void.
May 1, 2025
May 1, 2025 at 11:21 PM UTC
You are near,
crying in your arms,
because I cannot carry
your charms
to your seductive,
reductive grave.
Your form is an aura
I'll blind myself to,
wishing nothing
when it passes,
like an unseen star
through a void.
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