It was my moment to keep. To be dragged across the nettled boundaries, each haul another naive acceptance of an affair whose intensity brought out a wrathful lust, it's fearsome hold of disregard slowly corroding through the guarded mantles of desire. Therein lies a ridiculous progression of the inevitable understanding despite the parading howls of a wounded ego. Who are we to disregard the prophecy of our souls.
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