Diana/Alex
Desert cold hands to hold. Incursion in my heart from where you stole me. Analytical peace between our shared heart. Neutral charge from our hands promising not to let go. Always together nothing goes wrong. Alp of ice cold blood flowing down. Lowering your hands letting go hurt tremendously. Exiled from your heart, tied far away. X still marks the spot in your heart, ill soon win your treasure again...
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