The teardrops fall on my earth.
My universe was unusual.
Windows of hope unfolded during the dusk, then sealed in seconds. The despair directed those exposed lovers. In my soil, all viewpoints were different, tears sculpted from stone, rain of blood, hovering witches conquered the poisoned wind, and the balance bled inside those swamps of death. You don't want to breathe on my lips. I'm a dangerous lover. I'll exhaust your skin with my cruelness. You must not desire to embrace my soul.

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