Overwhelming beauty; loads of compassion and splendor,
oozing out from the angel's warm bossom.
Nothing else matters most than her kiss of confidence and
her arousing breath each time i laid on her chest to unburden
agony's load from the head of my aching heart.
Just before I could spell "safe haven" a chill ran down my spine.
it was cold and sharp, piercing through my throbbing heart.
Gasping for my final breath, I battled to get a grip on the ghost of trust.
I died a thousand deaths only to unmask the reality of; the angel of friendship betrayed has an ugly face.
Gasping for my final breath, I battled to get a grip on the ghost of trust.
I died a thousand deaths only to unmask the reality of; the angel of friendship betrayed has an ugly face.
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