The day wakes up slowly. Stretching itself on the firmament. Pushing the night. Marking the end of the infinite one. With far gently. Our deadened languors. Tenderly, cordially. Between numb trees. By a corrosive cold. The salt of a bewitchment. On your lips cherishing. My desire violently. In your arms pressing me. Snuggled magnet. The darkness which flees. Our stiff bodies. Dazzled soon. By an extreme sun. The scarification of a bewitchment. On our skins brutally. Our martyr irresistibly. Towards death throwing us. To still wait a moment. A desire. Remainders of a life. Both joined together. Of a suffocating love. The burn of a volcano. On our hearts irremediably. In dust reducing to us. Towards a separation carrying us. Dreaming of a tear of time. Made feeble. Falling gradually. Blessed you and me. By this moment. The caress of an ultimate event. Slowing Down our fainding. Skimming us. Front. Our obliteration. Fatally. Us them cursed lovers. Wandering during the night. At the end of the infinite one. One morning of vampires. Our last sigh.
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