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Your eyes, dark recesses
jagged shards of spirit
await my desperate fall.
I am cold, no flame
tree branches iced
await my touch
kindling them
do I dare?
I am one soul
I dare try molding my will
changing it for the better?
Curse me
I have the courage
I can make you whole
will I be alone once again
mourning the chance I lost
the friendship we had
if I am to Love
to chance the matter of hearts
Decision.




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