Your orange hair in the void of the world In the void of these heavy panes of silence Shade where my bare hands seek your image. The shape of your heart is chimerical And your love resembles my lost desire. O sighs of amber, dreams, glances. But you were not always here. My memory Is still obscured by seeing your coming And going. Time consumes words, like love.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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