04-20-2018, 06:32 PM
I'll always be secondary to you, an antagonist to you, there's nothing about me that's bewitching of me to you. No, you use me chiefly as a title, as a cloak for your insecurities. I am desirable, but there is only a small amount of me to go around; not enough for your thirsty gullet by any means. To your Pythagorean mind I am but one drop in an ocean of endless possibility - possibility in an abundance of poetry, pretty and sad and useless - I am the breathtaking synonym of a fragment, a terrible reality moving at pace all too quickly. At this rate, it's only the second half of the autopsy that you'll be interested in... The dead and the dying - lovely, aren't they? Literally after death you are... After it with a passion. With... A vengeance.
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Attempting to steal one horse from one kingdom for a year.
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Attempting to steal one horse from one kingdom for a year.
dreamweaver