In the space where the stars sing softly,
A story of love and an unending spring.
A dance of whispers in the moonlight,
A transient opportunity, a symphony of hearts.
Love is a flame that shines brilliantly and paints the sky with fantasies of gold.
By: Devil
About the Creator
The Devil's Cut
“Comrade, finally you’re awake.” The voice was smooth, sensual. A flickering incandescent bar was all that lit the white, sterile room. All Vladimir remembered was everything going black. He tried to move his arms and found them strapped to the gurney.
By Matthew J. Fromm5 days ago in Fiction
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