By Asha Ariel Aleia
Tell me the pillowing of my soul
That lies in the darkness of
Taken from its seam of dissatisfaction.
The journey of a thousand years.
For when it came to pass
You have made it to be of
Left it to be given to the princes
Of high innuendo.
Befallen in time.
Left to travel the inroads of bourne
To let out the many cries of solitude
To torment the given allies.
To fortify the grains of love annoyed.
Having been given a shape
Yet seen as dungeon
ALLIED with the shadow
Of love as yet fulfilled
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