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occasional shiver
i've got a metaphor for everytime you became me with malice in your smile pulling hate from guilty fingers red with dandelion seasons and a twinkle of pleasure as you deconstruct the live showing i held as the highest reguard of life. my life. but i've got the chance to reclaim my stance atop my golden diamond studded hilltop to show the doubtful how not to doubt. when love is imagined every morning opening from flowers blooming far too soon before their name was read to begin the sequence that tells a story about you and how your anger made me beautiful. i remember when you painted my hands red and decided to let me go.
i wanted
to read
so i did
"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"
Dylan Eliot