Strange dreams I've had of late
like whispers in my ears.
I'm certain somebody was there
but open eyes to an empty room.
Then in the outline is a glance
of [ - ] in the eyes of [ - ]
the smile upon her lips has changed
the hand moved so slightly.
I recoil, but am also drawn to her
for the Purity in the fracture
of youth makes it shines so bright
that the clouds of Aura scatters.
Yet this I know, to taste but a drop
of the well-spring of Heirs
is a thirst never sated again
for she made the [ - ]
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