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The death of romance
It's so cold
All excitement was replaced and converted to sharp sticking agony.
Where is home? she asked.
My heart has been fed to the wolves.
Your touch has become icelets,
Such a disturbance to my presence.
I'm trying to hold on to flames that numbs my hands.
My life is torn
A heart of stone.
I've felt a sudden death
My pulse struggles, my heartbeat is slowing down as I try to reach out to you for the last time.
This is the death of my romance.
All excitement was replaced and converted to sharp sticking agony.
Where is home? she asked.
My heart has been fed to the wolves.
Your touch has become icelets,
Such a disturbance to my presence.
I'm trying to hold on to flames that numbs my hands.
My life is torn
A heart of stone.
I've felt a sudden death
My pulse struggles, my heartbeat is slowing down as I try to reach out to you for the last time.
This is the death of my romance.
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