I await for your surrender, kisses so tender, fire now cinders, icy but it lingers the force of the feeling we have. A Mutualing hating love. A starting of Faith for I hath brought back the everlasting Turmoil of the Past. Detection, I see the glowing Mode, the switch the fluttering mold, shaping the torment, before. It lay dorment, arise New expectations of the reason why. Arrive, selection of the Whisking weapons. Alive, I feel so.. Alive.
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