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Fleeting Promises
One sits and wonders through the disillusionments of life, the pretty lies that dance from even prettier lips, and steadily one feasts upon them because even lies are better then solitude, clinging to the constant inconsistencies of this banal existence seeking the surrealism of true emotion, and desiring to drink the depths of such a possibility. One sits heart held in open hand still beating and bleeding from wounds of a past, waiting for another to come and take her heart, to end the pain that throbs and screams through the depths of a fragile soul, to capture the heart she so openly offers, to take it prisoner in cages of patience and understanding, to surround it in love, thusly taking her forever as a loyal and obedient hostage, one set of chains in which she will surely never try to break.. Capture one and set her free
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