I was an
infinite broken by a diamond ring,
Asking for
mercy from a flower of spring.
She was
just one more story, not less true
Inked in
his cold eyes, piercingly blue.
They traded
stories for flesh in a cold winter night
When the moon
was a diamond eye in the sky
But their
passion consumed and he was no knight
She didn't
need saving, she cursed her own kind.
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