Draft Queen of Hearts- first
It is you: the queen of hearts dubb my last breath your own even in death in a hole the rose above my chest...my- epitome, i'd call you home enveloping my broken stature beside fallen walls and stones ...here lies the unsung singing bones... of snow white love bird in pitch black storm trenched skylines... here lies the ...the ashes of stars that were once lost in light the sacred writ that true love will never write ...that it'd be ...the fallen tree of budded apples lost together in a sea...
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