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Tell me, my love

So tell me, my love
Will you be the same when the specks of dust creates havoc
When the storms abide by the rules of the crowd
When the night clouds the cloud of my day
Tell me, will you be the same?

Will you then raise your eyelashes and blink a sympathy, smile and leave me,
Leaving me alone chipped by the chaffed storm
Inside the plagued loneliness of a hidden cloud

I will still be there, my love
Sipping the warm memories of sunshine
Remembering the faint brush of your lips on my painting
Smiling at the time for tendering me the timed tribulations.

So tell me, my love
Will you be the same
Or will you then become the goddess of death?

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