Love blooms in my heart,
so late at night
so lost is the feeling.
The darkness feeds the roots
of my affection.
You are-
Are but a flower I seek
within these walls of the abyss.
How is it that this feeling grows
without the sound of bees?
Yes, this glorious feeling.
The feeling that
stings,
burns,
itches,
throbs,
aches,
and
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ill post this on our livejournal too~
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