Poem
My nightmareous blight, your kindness chirped upon a caged ceiling.
Eyes full, skys dark, low the colors of black and dark cystral blue.
Singing no sound as time passes, Only hoping your heart never dwindles.
That carressing lips whos lush perks find good root upon mine own.
" Whom the heart calls for" Echos out of the instrament of which is the heart. Lips trembling, heart throbbing.. Only such for the darkest valentine.
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