Mythril

This is what I want, for all those who keep asking. This is what I dream of, and following the picture is what I feel while we are seperated. The pain of distance Of kisses unfelt A heart torn Unbroken but unwhole Yearning for a touch A hand to wipe these tears Shed in moonlit solitude In a city of pain She awaits her sentence's end The freedom to run A samurai's welcome Caress of feathers Strong, pure Her homecoming To all things.
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