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You drape yourself in silk
I wear crimson tones
I have scorched my wings so now I must walk
You soar the space, you walk the talk
I am the monster I created
You are the angel I made
If I can not bend heaven
It is hell I will raise
You think you can be free?
Think again, I own your soul
You can't fight that
It's just a role
I am your salvation, welcome to hell
Long may you reign, I wish you well
But when the time comes, I will take back what is mine
I will make you love me back
We will love like we should have
And we will wine
And we will dine
♤
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1.1 || Floraison
Poetry*completed* ○•FLORAISON ○•(French : Bloom) •Words spun into poems Letters dipped in gold Sentences laced with elegance Alphabets with a story of their own ○• I present you FLORAISON, a book whose blank pages bloomed when ink touched the rough pape...
