Soul’s darkest shadow
A thousand lifetimes slip
Silently through the hands of time
Her body shudders
Grasping desperately for the numbness
Of a frozen breath
Perfume of the sickly sweet
Flowers whisper, deep into his soul
His minds with another, floating
Her lustful scent embraces him
Carried gently through the hands of time
Fate, Acceptance, Inner Peace
Never will they be
The Truth will speak
Fellowship of Angels shroud her vulgar tenderness
For him, just shameful relief
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