The Dawn of Surrender
You are the long evening, the deepest night. …sweet dawn you are not. In your embrace I’m not reborn and the future is bleak.
I know well that a night spent with you gives birth to bitter regrets. a promise not to seek you won’t help, for I love you more than life itself. the blue hour casts long shadows and I can’t resist its alluring echo.
Our lair is a not feather of tenderness, but thorns of demanding ferocity. A pact we made in a church, which reeked of burnt wicks and desiccated roses, the redolence of death…
The name of our love is …Agony, we can’t but stop clawing each other asunder.
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