This eerie breeze, bare feet trickling with blood,
I gaze at the void of the soulless moonlight.
This calm ink body of liquid,
As I leap, I hope your heart not bleed.
My king, how I desire to be with you,
But the society, would not allow us to.
My king, I am but a slave, I beg for your forgiveness,
Two men hand in hand, in our next life, I only hope to witness.
-JovialMask2023
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