Love immensed in a tale of two cities.
One held down but a curse, the other by family.
The matrix in-between suffers the unwitting connection.
Downed by the same frail strength that kept it going.
Betrayed by its very nature. Its undoing followed through by friend, foe and family.
For love. For loyalty. For trust.
For in time, the curse of the three thrust through its heart.
Its had had one hell of a courage.
It paid off. But it would never forget.
It wouldn't seek vengeance. But it never stop praying that night befall the wretched two: One Borealis, one Australis.
It called it, it's love letter to the wretched two.
Yours Vengeful,
Equatorialis.
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Saturday, 5 December 2015
A Love Letter To The Wretched Two
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