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I almost didn't read it.

it was painful not knowing after the last note ,

but she was desperate to find out more. 

She rather envied this young lover who had entangled herself with this dark prince. Her prince. She stopped herself, and chided herself for her weakness. She looked torn at the paper within her hands. Perhaps she shouldn't read it and let it all die here?

but I am adamant to solve this dark mystery and where and how this all began. was it her long lost aunt who died many many years ago? Was he the reason she had disappeared?

The answer did not come forth in the straight forward manner she had hoped...

Fleeting,

yet so pulled

is my soul.

from my hheart

the white gold floats

by proxy,

his coaxation,

my life,

my passion,

my inane vexation. 

deftly I go out of my skin

An obedient love sick fool

played by my heart strings 

a symphony so stunning 

as if I could never believe 

it came from my own ssoul

and as I hang here suspended;

I push away

a nagging sense

of doom.

It started more beautifully than it ended