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Star-Lights
A flower that blooms in the night, as your breath awakens
the heart of my soul, in my dark dissertation,
with a tenderness.
Into the silence, with a stillness clinging to me, my pimpernel,
in the shape of a dream, lingering in the twilight,
between the seams.
Like an obsidian butterfly, with wings in translation,
feeling your kiss, a thorn that never sleeps,
whispering love.
As your breath awakens, stirring my longing lust,
with petals of wings, a flower that blooms in the night,
sprinkling star-lights.
the heart of my soul, in my dark dissertation,
with a tenderness.
Into the silence, with a stillness clinging to me, my pimpernel,
in the shape of a dream, lingering in the twilight,
between the seams.
Like an obsidian butterfly, with wings in translation,
feeling your kiss, a thorn that never sleeps,
whispering love.
As your breath awakens, stirring my longing lust,
with petals of wings, a flower that blooms in the night,
sprinkling star-lights.
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