She is the smile that lives in the darkness of my life
I miss dreaming her, thinking about her
I need her warmth
The thoughts, desires, all that she represents
All that she is
She is a whim, a crave, an idea of perfect imperfection
I miss her, I want her, I need her, and I love her
I yearn for her to come
To be mine till the end of times
From the mind of Cogliostro
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