Forme oscure fratturate allineate come un puzzle completato
Prompt
We make shadowlust choreography,
Every flaw falls into place on me,
Twisted edges,
Broken pieces,
Lock and turn so easily.
You love the fractures I tried to hide,
Call it madness,
Call it design.
You press your darkness into mine,
Like a finished jigsaw,
Perfectly aligned. (no text)
