Silent Bay

On silent bays crusted with the reminiscence of an idealization, thou proved loves form to be one of unnoticable acceptance. Creeping in under the swift hours of night-tide, I found myself mercilessly a victim at thy disposal. For never have I been coated in such delightful demise; as my heart is shaped into the mirror image of thines presence. But even I, my love; cannot escape the clutches of innocence that impose all that I desire; yet almost willingly I let myself be drowned and dive further down into the depths of a silent bay, of unrequited love.

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