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Lorde_silverfox
Two happy lovers make a single loaf of bread, a single drop of moon on the grass, they leave two shadows walking that come together, they leave a single empty sun on a bed. They chose the day from all the truths: they did not bind themselves with threads but with an aroma, and they did not shatter peace or words. Venture is a transparent tower. The air and the wine go with the two lovers, the night offers them its blessed petals, it has the right to all the carnations. Two happy lovers have no end or death, they are born and die many times while they live, they have eternity by nature.
Lorde_silverfox
Through skies and seas I walked, I saw a poet and I saw a king Hoping to know What is well-wanting. Nobody knew how to tell me, I already wanted to die When an old man With a flower like that said: Well-wishing is affection, It's the thorn that is not seen in every flower. It's life when it arrives bleeding open in well-wanted petals.
