Runes with our names inscribed,
We dive into an idea we loathe,
You swallow the truth through a resisting throat,
And I perform a ruthless quote,
Besides the cold wafting between us,
No mist can make me forget your picturesque smile,
Even if it ventures though rigorous miles,
I will go though torturous terrain and trials,
Times' betrayal calls the emergence of brute stares,
Imposing temptations for blood,
To a tear is time meant for our hearts,
I would learn violence on throttling darts,
With your voice I fall into eternal admire,
A world were you do not exist is a world in abyss,
This humbling winds carry the shallow,
Hallow,
and otherworldly promise.
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