He was a star in her world of darkness,
A touch so delicate that she would finish.
A rum, crystal clear, to be downed in her throat.
A fire she wants to burn in,
A name always on her lips,
A white in her dirty world,
A care in her rude heart.
A dream she couldn't ever be apart with.
Sin in her soul, longing in her blood,
Hollowness in her core, waiting for the flood
Of emotions to take over, to set her free
Oh! but they never come
He has stolen it to never return
And make her plea.
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