Never Was The act of consummation floats still as a glistening lake, A soft unrequited ambience plays inside the eyes of grace, In turn this masquerade will seek to show its coveted disguise. A scripture of tragedy holds hands with our fate, Swirl the excitement, pleasure and spark, the sentiment, perplexity and arrow in your heart, One day will you know?
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