they stood on the hill ~ foes one tall and one small their eyes locked like nothing else existed both hesitant, should they run or kill curiously crossed fates for hearts can't lie they can beat, burn and break but never deny ~ yearning
nighttime sounds: an owl in a tree, wind rustling the remaining leaves gnarly branches, black against the moon the sweetest dreams, taking residence in my heart you & I an impossible possibility the sheets will not reveal my secrets
never would there evermore a song upon a breeze for music has forsaken us went lost among the trees now darkness has surrounded us and vanquished all the light in silence now we just await the visitor in the night
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