What have you ruined?
A miasma of betrayal as sentiments writhe.
Once we drank of innocence,
Childlike and innocent,
But your heart perished.
A hateful morass of memory -
Tears follow rain, follow blood,
Love ground to dust.
In a torrent of sorrow,
I still love you.
A miasma of betrayal as sentiments writhe.
Once we drank of innocence,
Childlike and innocent,
But your heart perished.
A hateful morass of memory -
Tears follow rain, follow blood,
Love ground to dust.
In a torrent of sorrow,
I still love you.
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