If you were any less lonely,
we'd not hardly see the light in darkness.
The twisted senses of what was - have twined between my ever gasping breaths.
You are conceieved of a sin,
I would forever commit again.
My blood coursing through your simple flesh,
to sustain the life you bare.
Such a burden, my dear.
From what once was two halves of imperfection,
will complete to a whole of right.
To conquer my demons,
you have brought the saints.
He'll hold you,
cherrish you as his savior.
For nothing more of absolute timing,
you have arrived sweetly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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