The architecture of my heart spread the alchemy of love. The structure of my soul has been weighed down by metaphysical cinder blocks, carried by doves. I venture this twisting path a kin to the roots and branches of a rotten oak tree. The black soot and ashes leave a trail of footprints, as I gaze into the illusion of the past the whispers of my shadow turn over a new leaf, only to succumb to thi...

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