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How is it thee that I adore;
Yet to me, thou art only a tale
That is no more?
Trapped behind a veil
As a spectre that haunts me
In a dream.
The thought of thee;
Broken by dawn’s gleam;
Turned into a waking nightmare
When thou art not there.
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Callum Summers
I love reading and writing about fantasy and fantasy worlds.
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