Good bye,
My friend and foe,
My love and hatred,
My believer and non-believer,
My hope and agony,
My heat and frost,
My truth and lie,
My brightness and darkness,
My savior and my death,
No longer, I am yours.
No longer, I am yours.
Beautifully out of place
She was beautifully out of place. Sometimes I believe she intended to be. Like the moon during the day.
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