I’ll put it out there: I am scarred by the nostalgic indicipherability of my own desires; I an engulfed by the intimidating unknown, pushed through darkness and dragged down by the irretrievable past sweetness of my memories.
You must be a poet, a lady of evil luck desiring to be what you are not, longing to be what you can only visit.
To die whole, riddled with nothing but desire for it, is like breakfast after love.
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