lost words, restored.
Let me pour you a wine…
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I prayed that she would die…
How many lives have we lived, you and I?
Engrave me into your skin…
I always listen out to hear your voice floating towards me, like a secret message in the breeze…
My love for you sprouts and nurtures the sweetest fruit…
A hand painted sky, iridescent pearls grace the eyes…
A light energy that lived in physical form…
The frail mountain looks for a place to build its empire…
A beautiful place I would find…