By your golden warm embrace
Designed to fathom nothing but pure exaltation...a moment with you is a blissful vacation
No thing can replicate your chisel crafted face
Between the galaxies and I…all would be left to die
But would this journey return his joy?
And so he left with his head down, for he knew his crimes were not fair
Such is the price to pay for the search of his beautiful garnet
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"For all he wanted was his world
Yes, all he wanted was his flare"
this is so beautifully written, you're so talented💞