aklsfnal (ny_counterpoint) wrote in innerstorms,
aklsfnal
ny_counterpoint
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Devoid of Love

the night falls as if slain by the sun, entwined are we.
the emotion for which you lust
flares once, then dies, devoured by madness.
all hope must surely perish.
your passion throbs no more. how could you tear us asunder?
lost souls surround us, crying, sanctuary.













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