Your voice dwells in me

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Love and anxiety, sketchy experiences, lifeless glow, colorless conversations, and lots of bitterness.
Love wombs the chaos, the jealousy, and the awkwardness in a trail of blood and red roses.
Your black hair hides the riddles of the unknown. The smile that once was part of your face overcame the army of those ignorant lovers.
Your voice dwells in me, touching the rims of my life, escorting my heart to the city of many lovers, always keeping me from decaying in the chops of the Blue Evil Dragon.

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