Unbelievable vast is her love, and untold are the lines of her passion.
I once wrote of her death in me, but gone are the texts I inscribed.
She then spells her lust and affection in me, by which I am extinct by a single breath of her words.
If I had known my death in her, I wouldn't have perused the texts that defines her love for me.
It is a dictate to rent asunder her cheerful heart and set her world ablaze, but the venom of her endless charm kills my soul.
©icharlos
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