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In Secret Love

Red velvet Midsummer nights Your body, and my own. Lips are real When form is not; The weight of a soul, with pleasure I drown. Memories of things greater Rival Ivy in green, As you poison my heart, my voice taken. The moment; condensed, To ambrosia; an opus, Where one final breath in parting, leaves… Continue reading In Secret Love