Wings of fire, and shades of apprehension...
burning in a deep thought of contemplation..
if only you had extended your numb hands over my numb ones...
Sure would blood have gushed in to fill the surrounding vacuum....
Rabbit teeth, my princess of day dreams...
All is right, when I am you..
U make me feel a prince when all i want is be new to new...
Just to end my poem..can't live without you...
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