Oxymororn Contest / Nette Onclaud
I strive to vanquish transparent colors staining your true essence. Your mood is false skewed, running loose, and our known love is fiction trapped. My heart insists you must come back. I wish to leave you, or stay you, slaying themes you now live each day. Love now holds my loud, silent scream.
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