See diamond sparkled stars on never ending evenings- Even from those dirtied city streets- The tempest’s heart finally rests- Casting his doubts aside- Here she comes- -Love is the helium for an empty heart- Remember…those CIA sparkling knives on your back- Remember…those sobering cold rooms- Remember…the whispers from the shadows- On those lonely nights- Ah...Bliss- She’s been the bliss from that played out cliché- -Love will conquer all- Welcome Bliss, be my new nicotine-
Reason for writing:
this is a poo poem..
Birth sign: Libra
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