I try
to reach out to your shadow
to pull you in my arms
to smell your scent deeply
to hold you tight
in the madness
of my desire.
Yet, your love
thousands of thorns
painting my life
in pure red
and my heart is draining
turning into white blankness.
Thus, I pray for my end to come.
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