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they thought you were magnificent.

the girls that pirouette with you because they thought your sibilated hymns of venus and saturated stars were charming. they don't see the whisper of desolate tears and punctured hearts and an eccedentesiastic boy as they glide with you across the floor. you think it doesn't matter.

you think it will heal.

and i pitied you, boy. because the hope of yours will be your downfall.

your destiny was decided the moment you chose the effervescent, sanguine laudanum over the fractures of your violin strings and the cuticles that now protect the emulsion of ophelia, your mother, and the emanated paint that reminds you of the day she died. the day you chose those opiums over the freshly blossoming poppies of your mother's grave, and the day you decided white was yours no more.

i watched you.

the way you lured them with your sillage, permeated with the promise of cafuné among the halcyon nights beneath the achromatic twilight.

i watched you, among the silken thighs and the supple bosoms, the blackened opium dangled in your fingers.

i watched you, and looked at you once, holding the felicia amelloides, singing in their puerile green buds.

however, your gaze is taken quickly paraprosexi that you entangle yourself with to try to quench your desiderium. but your mind never forgets that bud, ensorcelled by the chastity you gave away.

don't come, boy.

the green lies: lies like the emerald your mother gave you, the green jade dress she wore the day she locked herself into a sepulchre that was made of jade.

but you'll come any way.

maybe it's the taste of whiskey when i taste you that had a burn the carnage that is your soul lacked, but i give you one night—

one night and the toxic you loved so much before i left.

you are an uncontrollable wildfire and i turned you into a nuclear carnage before i smothered you whole. you are no match for the fumes of fear that follow your destruction.

oh don't cry,

your destiny was decided the moment you chose your path. you will never be recorded like the angels and the heroes and the saint are, your story will never be written in the bible or carved in an eden, your story will be tacenda like the faces and the names of all the marionettes you twirled with among the love and war yet never knew.

but you will be remembered, boy.

as one of the lost dreamers, the ones consumed by their chimeras.

you destiny was decided the second you chose that path.

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Description
they thought you were magnificent.

the girls that pirouette with you because they thought your sibilated hymns of venus and saturated stars were charming. they don't see the whisper of desolate tears and punctured hearts and an eccedentesiastic boy as they glide with you across the floor. you think it doesn't matter.

you think it will heal.

and i pitied you, boy. because the hope of yours will be your downfall.

your destiny was decided the moment you chose the effervescent, sanguine laudanum over the fractures of your violin strings and the cuticles that now protect the emulsion of ophelia, your mother, and the emanated paint that reminds you of the day she died. the day you chose those opiums over the freshly blossoming poppies of your mother's grave, and the day you decided white was yours no more.

i watched you.

the way you lured them with your sillage, permeated with the promise of cafuné among the halcyon nights beneath the achromatic twilight.

i watched you, among the silken thighs and the supple bosoms, the blackened opium dangled in your fingers.

i watched you, and looked at you once, holding the felicia amelloides, singing in their puerile green buds.

however, your gaze is taken quickly paraprosexi that you entangle yourself with to try to quench your desiderium. but your mind never forgets that bud, ensorcelled by the chastity you gave away.

don't come, boy.

the green lies: lies like the emerald your mother gave you, the green jade dress she wore the day she locked herself into a sepulchre that was made of jade.

but you'll come any way.

maybe it's the taste of whiskey when i taste you that had a burn the carnage that is your soul lacked, but i give you one night—

one night and the toxic you loved so much before i left.

you are an uncontrollable wildfire and i turned you into a nuclear carnage before i smothered you whole. you are no match for the fumes of fear that follow your destruction.

oh don't cry,

your destiny was decided the moment you chose your path. you will never be recorded like the angels and the heroes and the saint are, your story will never be written in the bible or carved in an eden, your story will be tacenda like the faces and the names of all the marionettes you twirled with among the love and war yet never knew.

but you will be remembered, boy.

as one of the lost dreamers, the ones consumed by their chimeras.

you destiny was decided the second you chose that path.

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