amaranthine

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in the morning i wake

with the beating of a drum you command inside me

casted away are dying stars

pithed slowly from every dark corner of this box

in search of my coming love

to see you so new in the wondrous smell in my mind

i reach for you

cherry blossom butterfly cross amaranthine rose

crescent light, my guidance

through arctic valleys and desert troughs through and through

i find you

amaranthineLa tua prossima ossessione. Scoprilo ora