Revenge, jealousy is the ammunition for the love. Let be a flood of words and try to chain beautifully.
Image by qthomasbower via Flickr
Night gripped too strong
for mired in the dark
fused with black
The wounds fester
rancidness lie
like tongue of flame
to stander love
heart burn with blind
Inside the hall there was no lantern
to joke with the moon every night
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