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The dreams of a small girl,
Whispers in the willow,
A magical storm,
Of adoration and catastrophe.
A love desired,
Is a love scorned,
And love is the everything,
Our soul is to be.
Worship the sweetness,
And crumble at her devil,
For she is enraged.
Place yourself at her soles,
To kiss and repent.
© watchingthedarkness
Whispers in the willow,
A magical storm,
Of adoration and catastrophe.
A love desired,
Is a love scorned,
And love is the everything,
Our soul is to be.
Worship the sweetness,
And crumble at her devil,
For she is enraged.
Place yourself at her soles,
To kiss and repent.
© watchingthedarkness
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