You are a season within another season.
You are Fall in Summer, Summer in Fall,
Spring in Winter, Winter in Spring.
and I swear you could’ve been anything but the devil.
and I swore that if I couldn’t have your arms around me, that I’d die in them just to be with you.
I even swore that the warmth of your touch could deify us together in your angelic embrace.
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