Stop if only for love expressedCarved in palms by lover's fingers
Stop the feeling of being repressed
So finally only healing lingers
In between the lines of destiny
Constantly defying prophecy
Such emotion is magnified in breath
That runs across a beating chest
After all what is real death,
If not an eternal rest?
This lies in ink spread far and wide
Hinting at messages hid inside
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