Placid, softly, gently, the wind caresses my withered and tattered soul, tearing, ripping, overcoming, my life in dreams and envious childhood of indecision, hollow, empty, barren, as the desert of trust I've built my house of hate upon, selfish, avaricious, greedy, I stole the dreams of others to suffice my hunger for wisdom, corrupt, evil, depraved, everything I stand for in this incessant fantasy I suffer in, confine, limit, restraint, the dove of my love is held behind the bars of my heart, perpetual, eternal, timeless, as the stars fall into the sea, the sky grows dim with life, die, depart, expire, this was my life, this was my love, you were my only desire...Birth sign: Aries
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