(doesn't Have A Tittle)

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Here one I don't like that much, because in the moment I gave it kinda a sad ending. Now I regret it and wanna give them a happy end, but I also don't want to rewrite it because it isn't bad.
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His eyes see nothing but black.
He doesn't need to see to enjoy his lover's voice.
He always waits with excitement for his lover to come back.
He knows he will always be his lover's first choice.

He plays his violin as his lover comes in.
The lover hands him a flower.
He sadly couldn't see it is a yellow carnation.
He could only feel the flower on his skin.
The soft petals of the flower were a calming sensation.
His lover left and hasn't returned in an hour.

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