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I knew blue, Anjou
Expressions were often misunderstood making the clouds in the sky.
Triumphantly she possessed the fuel of conspiracy.
She considers revising all circumstances that extract time and consume calendars.
Exploit the existence of dramatic dialogue as she anticipates her reader's response.
She was an unquenchable and lascivious lover.
She used her bed and lovers only to satisfy her needs.
Tonight I think I die of heartless passion.
I have a desire to make windows out that woman’s eyes.
Upon this moment, the future lies upon my conscience.
This I do I confess to you anything you want me to say.
Is it possible I have lost my memory?
Or, have I just forgotten all her lying?
Under torture, she sequestered the sun as it flickered upon melted ice.
Have I become a shadow, flinching from acts of ruthless truth?
Before I knew blue, Anjou and I collided with the darkness.
Now, I come face to face with her mystic prose and verse.
