Ante Meridien
I've lost it. I've lost her. I've never had her. I've never had it. I've. I've. I've.
Too much.
Twisted 'round the cherry tree with prospects of promised harlotry the switch hurts not as much as the sinking in your chest. Bound and gagged, but you can see the names carved from your memory of a time that existed only within yourself.
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Disappointment adheres to the reign of omnipotent sensual disapproval.
Fuck the stars; look to the night sky for the consolation of a communal beauty. Somewhere, she sees the same sky. Somewhere, she thinks not of me.
Somewhere.
L.I.W.Y.T.L.M.
Too much.
Twisted 'round the cherry tree with prospects of promised harlotry the switch hurts not as much as the sinking in your chest. Bound and gagged, but you can see the names carved from your memory of a time that existed only within yourself.
---
Disappointment adheres to the reign of omnipotent sensual disapproval.
Fuck the stars; look to the night sky for the consolation of a communal beauty. Somewhere, she sees the same sky. Somewhere, she thinks not of me.
Somewhere.
L.I.W.Y.T.L.M.