The world, as seen from above,
Is but a tapestry of love,
Where threads entwine and weave,
A tale of life and death conceive.
Yet, in this image dark and stark,
Two souls suspended by a red mark,
Bound in twisted truths of fate,
Evoke emotions of escape.
Their bodies hang, their minds at rest,
In an inverted world where darkness nest,
Where every movement is a test,
To break the bonds and fly away from this nest.
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