March 19th, 2023.
Unkown time.---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
My heart burns with redamancy;
A love that two mutual hearts feel.
it makes me ludic, makes me experience epiphany;
To be with them is a chance to become complete.This aesthete heart, this cosmogyral mind,
When they keep me up at winter nights,
The thought -it comes- redeems my pensive mood:
This ache I feel, this longing- it's cruel.But, my eyes are not the only pair awake,
My body is not the only one turning and tossing;
Somwhere, at some place, they are doing the same.My heart burns with redamancy;
A love that two mutual hearts feel.
It makes me ludic, makes me experience epiphany.To be with them is a chance to become complete.
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