With uncompleted formula of love
We follow your directions:
One broken heart, one heart to spare,
An arrow incantation...
It’s fully obvious, like trust,
Like forest sprites or lust donations
For our loved ones and mistreated
Under broken formulation…
A lizard’s eye, a full moon shine
And centuries of pages
To interpret, to breath, create
And once become a hatred…
From deepest darkness, passion’s ages
We’re here again to hunt,
To pick the herbs, to whisper spells
And call for love to our hearts,
Those once deliberated…
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