Beauty of an addiction

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The beauty of life lies in a woe
As a tone of persuaded fringes 
The broaden moments of fascination
The vague of wildest excitement

I swear, it spreads a unique blossom
The fragrance of a burning dream
I've touched the bleeding flames
To feel the shadow of my intuition 

The penetrated waves of this wound,
Always holds an amazing intrigue
Just as a last drop of summer rain
And like the final leaf of autumn

The glory of this holy grief
Always dancing over the reflections
And nothing can ever replace;
The beauty of this addiction....






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