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LOVE’S DEATH

How blessed are those hearts that never found love
That velvet sheet of a passionate death
taking souls above the height of an imagined haven
into a depth of innocent bliss

How saved are the ears that never heard love
The soothing words in lucifer’s grin
turning dark to grey and then to black
a wall of tormented souls stretch within

Love’s death is a bite into ecstasy
a stroll with unicorns
a sprint with untamed horses
under a sheet of midnight.

ImageCourtesy: dedewii.blogspot.com

ImageCourtesy: dedewii.blogspot.com

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