"Mia cara, mia famma, la mia Stella scarlatto," he murmured into my neck. My darling, my flame, my scarlet star. "I have... anelare, anelare... how do you say?"
"Yearned."
"Sì. Yearned. I have yearned for you. Sono de-bole. Sono debole. Sono cosi, così debole." I am weak, he said, I am so, so weak.
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Orin the Red
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·Okunma: 10 Kasım 2024 00:00
·2024 37. kitabı
I hate and I love. And if you ask me how, I do not know: I only feel it, and I'm torn in two.
This sun once set will rise again,
when our sun sets
follows night &
an endless sleep.
