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by earlgreytea Sep 19, 2016
Dark, fantasy /
This tattered omega reaches,
And doesn't know how to live,
The beautiful while elephant,
That watches failures lace the door.
My love, you are a cold night wind,
Still posing as a cloudy sky.
You take my hand and take my breath,
While I'm here never knowing why.
A little lamb, a little lost...
But running fast on broken feet.
You should know dear, not to play such games,
With still alive and aching meat.