The figure was darkly Light

We both knew the seeds would be ransacked for our love. Today’s dirty might be tomorrow’s blessed and if I hear that word one more time: Strangled. Death feared in promise of a secret kept. Even though you kept it from me. Like a long lost joke right in your face. Where your face was my own. I cut it

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