Magical darkness (339)

Pain covers your lips

(the Cupid’s bow says ancient tells),

as thoughts fall down your skies.

Darkness gives me sweets,

One more glass of red wine;

one last shot of our time.

The end will come. Take my hand,

walk with me through all my dreams,

Maybe this is how we’ll find a way.

to still live and play.

This is lucky number 339. Thanks for reading.

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