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Trying braking her fall She speaks of love with one breath...and slaughters me
with the next. Who she becomes when she leaves me, is a mystery....and
a secret I wish not to know. Hours pass as minutes when I'm locked in
the splendor of her strange, yet familiar grasp. I feel her digressing...
A stranger is sleeping beyond her quiet lips. I can taste her despair...
Who are you, my love? Intertwined as seraphim descending from oblivion,
we are. An angel is crashing....and I try braking her fall. |