Distant thoughts give birth to dreams from clouds of bursting senses; my mind ignites and swirls with sight, infused with sparks and visions. I see myself in silhouette, dripping into your mind assorted flavours of passion as sonnets of forbidden love delicately trickle into your ear.
Then my dreams be cinders, torn apart. Splinters scatter from shards of heart. The world awoken as day starts…
Venom grows stronger, with the fear you are no longer here. There is no warmth to cushion the cold embrace of air has the only hold with no warmth in the cold face of truth.
Pushing for trickery my mind I ruse... Reality I lost you for eternity so life what is the use?
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