Advancing into a realm of mystery, this soul longs for a moment longer with thee, still young to be wise it arrives at this impasse of uncertainty, pondering over love and its fee.
Immersed into this puddle of nostalgic tranquility, it lost heed of time and its demon, whilst drowning in calmness it fails to breathe the air of sanity, as the addiction of this trace grants peeks of freedom.
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save the infant of love, good writing, thanks..