Where is the honor that spills from your lips. As the brisk of the night curls along my skin. My soul edges a cry. For it is more of calling to your presence. To the tranquility of your thirsting breeze which taints the enchantment of my memories.
What curves the dark abyss. Screaming exclamations within twisted dreams. Soothing rivets of reality, only deceives me to be. If you whisper from thy soul. The escaping key to my misery.
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