Sometimes we love
always we fight
as long as your with me
death would be alright
your skin glows
like alabaster pieces
of moon
if my soul sings
its always your tune
you melt into me
like springtime
your face is
flowers in bloom
HELL is not fire or ash
but the absence of your warmth
it is the cave
you dig inside me
everytime you walk away
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