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Oh… Darling
Mademoiselle‘s fragrance of youthful tragedy lingered my consciousness of where have I wrongly lived?
Triggered by polite but forgotten crackers of yesterday’s chat about whether should we remain a union, dipping in an ashtray liquid to put the fire down and just not to break again and again and again I quit.
You seduced me to kill the last breath I extremely owned on my own piece of air that I swear never belonged to you, cause how could you?
Commit suicide to such romance all at once, without ice cream melting too soon last chance, preferably black & white during summertime sadness.
I listen, I repeat the same lyrics and the mistakes that you count so religiously while neglecting my tireless effort to treat you as the amaranthine queen.
The garden still blossoms but some cutting must have taken place like this grammar class of what did I precisely said or didn’t sad your growing needs of my stroke before falling to sleep with armed angels.
I have no container at the bottom of this too-large bed to invite half a glutes while being constantly kicked to crawl in but with a mouthguard but without touching biting savage kisses just like we used to.
Before life or death was a mystery, a bitter tea was sufficient to please an unrhyming couple that wrestles poetically to count sheep, Great Pyrenees does the labor, me a clueless lover, excuse me to freeze alone since long sleeves didn’t convince veins and arteries to take part of this seamless Nimbus that cried on your neck begging to be close, once more, I told you so.
Don’t build a fence, it only encourages to roam & escape even killing oneself off your terrain.
