Pages within pages hide
The inner heart, the soul laid bare
Look upon my words, despair!
Ye who sees that chasm wide
‘twixt differences apperceived
And those carved in the icy stone
That is my eyes. Before this throne,
Kneel, and cry for a death ungrieved.
The death of love, our precious fire
The likes of which to embers burned
My tender heart. A lover spurned,
Embrace new love: the revenge I desire!
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Author:
Fränz Müller (
Online) - Published: June 27th, 2025 19:37
- Category: Unclassified
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