When blossoms of snow covers the ground... there might be some dirt lying all around...
Wherever there might be clouds of gore, a gentleness always reigns above....
Isn't it the nature of life long time ago? A pinnacle of perfection could never be reached till the
imperfect soul leaves the body like a leech...
wisps of those stray imperfections have separated us from our lovers duty... Its been a year
since my hands held my roman beauty...
It feels like hell with a heavy shoulder... but it won't be heavy no more if i was a lil bolder...
i stand in front of you like a new born tree.... Imprison my heart to set me free....
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