To swipe a hand over the heart of pearls,
The whisper of steel through the soul so tender and caring,
To light the fire on a open tear,
A play of emotions over the curtain of wires,
The missing days,
The night of horrors.
A only word of hate,
To sleep with the love of ice,
The eyes that talk with a cry of scares and hell
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