Still beneath the hour of dawn no shadow comes a courting, no wind removes the clinging dust and I am like the darkness; Drawn as curtains in the night, closed as blinded eyes, lost from dreams that map the route; Unawakened in your eyes.
Reason for writing:
tossed love
Birth sign: Leo
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