Poem 21

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The mysteries of love are of the soul,

I want love or death,

I want to die at all,

I want to be you,

Your blood,

For the new story,

Avid that only asks for the brightness of light,

The longest night will come,

Because you never come,

Burning oblivion of everything,

And the only forgiveness,

It is a return to hell.

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