A woman comes in the name of love; a mother leaves because of love. Suffused with an orange poison, your face is like a moon, sound asleep in your heart, walled in by darkness and cold. What is the matter with them, Leaving one’s heart to be scorned? And for once I witness heaven’s work, through the eyes of Eve; what’s wrong with love? I will surely return when the moon is full, to ask again of her love, not for her, not for anyone, but for myself…because I want you! And that is all.
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