dear precious miseryMiserydear precious misery
#002a [recollection] misery. I've never met you but I'm sure you've met me. how else would I know every curve each corner and syllable of your name?
#002b [first impressions] you introduced me to the floor stranger, yet he caught my tears as they flowed through the lines and cracks in his skin closed me in blanketed from the ones outside
#002c [invasion] I found myself sitting under the clothes hanging so crisp and new with you. the dark damp heavy air made love to
awakeBehold this beautiful face; with those cruel brown eyes,awake
overshadowing my pain and all my broken sighs....
Shouldn't have stepped into your arms, my dear, and trusted that warm decieving smile. But we made it work so long, didn't we, dear? through your uncaring and my denial. But now false hopes stand stripped of lies and naked in harsh daylight... pity I had to fall so soon from this mistaken flight. So here we are in this desert of the real, and, what now, my darling dear? This time you're oh, so perfect lips
rejoice, deviants...heh
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live not in a gray twilight that knows not victory nor defeat
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