Poem

Thus heart beats loud, but sickness is like glue.

True love is found, reminds me of damn blue.

Let our dreams burn, I cough blood of fears.

Let everything to ashes turn, it turns into a flood of tears.

Similar thoughts, my soul is eternal.

Familiar spots, my body’s infernal.

Memories fade, greet my lifeless corpse.

Remedies swayed, beat your priceless sparks.

Dance during the war of feelings

The victory will soar in meanings.

ElevenDragonflies.

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