The shrine monsoon beethovens the morose empathy
Heartbreak sorbetret enchants the paradox longitude
He comes with thy flame to burn down the light
She crosses her arms with the river within
He hails from the Taurus temptation, the land of silent cries
She dies in the thalamus phosphine
They live million sorrows
Committing the art of sin every line
To survive, they scream silence
To die they converse tragedy
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PoetryNone of us are actually flawless, How much ever we try to make ourselves believe we are perfect, we are amazing.. we'll still be carrying the scars of our own lives and the glories of someone else's But we still try to be flawless, hiding all the m...
