my love for you tangled itself up
into your arms
until i could no longer tell where i began
and you ended
- the red string of fate
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MOONCHILD ; poetry ii
Poetryif i want to die, i'll strive to live as much as i want to die
2.1
my love for you tangled itself up
into your arms
until i could no longer tell where i began
and you ended
- the red string of fate
