Sweet

Ah,
Such tormented Eloquence,
Flying through the night,
On the wings of the moths,
Ah,
Such perfect obedience,
To all the things they wish.
Somehow we dared hope,
That the bad luck,
Was no longer a curse.

Sweet

EvilXAngel

Spencer, United States

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