Thine armor, clouds may veil the sky,
Yet thy feelings, fade, in silence& lie.
Some stories are not meant to be,
The sky, the moon;
Like, thee and me.
A beautiful page,
writes by author's hand.
Connects emotionally; not physically,
The write he created, so foolishly.
Armour, we couldn't end in beautiful light
'Cause the author's hand had sealed our right...
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