I wandered
In the cemetery of my half-dead thoughts;
Always dreaming,
Never being dreamt of.
And one night,
I slipped into her dream
Welcomed by the beauties
Rather obscure.
Her bruises, beautiful;
Her scars, so serene;
Her voice, a melody unheard of
And her love
An obituary to my loneliness.
Then I gasped "How beautiful!"
Lost in the magic that love does possess.
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