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High School Years (1996-2000) It will never rest.
It will live until the last breath, until the chill of death
looms over.
It will always dream of us, skin on skin, caressing under a
moonlit night everlasting.
It will still stand under the weakened shelter of hope and
look past your innocence.
Your innocence of my fantasies.
It will awe of your body, look upon your face, and swim
into the sea of your eyes intoxicated.
However, it will be stabbed, beaten, and incinerated internally,
only to awaken the next fruitless day.
It knows of its unlimited love for you, and of your untimely
unlimited love for another.
The Other
You will remain unaware, while it is crucified at the stake
of evil infatuation.
It will regret you.
It will cherish you.
It will.
I will.
