The allurement of your serene countenance called out to me.
The body of your soul was the haven to my own.
My being, once pure and benevolent drowned in the tenebrosity of the world.
In your arms, I seeked to be pure again, to be rectified.
The bouquet of your warm living body against mine, it served as a drug to keep me in a higher place, above and away from the ground, away from my torturous reality.
But your illusive meadow of redemption revealed to be my perdition in hell.
You were gone as I served my time,
atoning for the corruption of your soul.
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