I have loved you.
The sun rose
up. Lovers
rid fear away.
I do,
in fact, love
you. Cold steel like
a knife.
I will always love
you. Words, the malicious
blade tears through
my
chest.
And he is
gone. My heart
dangling round his
neck.
- Luã Áquila
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