_____________!!text v[ersu]s. romance

time, a word we thought we could depend on. but time was always the friend that never called me back. he comes walking by.. hair black as the night and a voice so warm it melts the snow... trying to push these words out from my throat, i'm at a loss and he keeps on walking. and the pleasure that my loss of senses brings to him is deep. the choice was made and i press my face up against his window watching him sleep; even the angels can't meet this heavenliness. we could die tonight under the stars and it would be alright with me. we could throw our souls into an abyss of insincerity, and it would be perfect for me. a storm could rain down on me with your beauty, and it would be just fine with me... there was nothing_we wanted more_than to be perfectly perfect together

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