romantic poetry
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My love, I write what I can’t say,With hands that ache for you,For fate has placed you far away,Yet love still makes it through. I’d give the years I have to spend,The breath inside my chest,To be your home, your road, your end,The place your heart could rest. But some lives draw a crueler line,Where…
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Moonlight I talked with the devil at midnight, Heart in pieces, worn thin with despair. I cursed and I wept while he listened, Bottle in hand as he pulled up a chair. A grin touched his lips as he studied me. “I can make all that suffering end.” He poured out two shots and held…
Ink & Shadows: The Words of Osiris j Reapor 