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| Muscles shifting beneath Your magnificently glowing Hide. A misplaced god In a careless world. It was a grand-scale Theft committed on a Sunbaked afternoon. Pain has a face, and it Stares indignantly at me. Bright as the spotlights Of my soul. Dim accents on Subtle, fleeting gestures. A flair for the threatrics, a Feel for music. And yet, The tragedy of the fall is Captured in your dark Eyes. Like rolls of film, Like pages of love letters, Like an epitaph on a Tablet of a forgotten Departed. You have left Life before it even left you. It is like blowing throught the Silky wisps of a web, while Composing your own requiem. |
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