I saw her walking alone in the twilight.
Eyes full of crude oil, ready to ignite.
Intolerable desire. Solitary shadow. Fluctuating Sigmund Freud.
Still, slipping into her eyes. Surreal blackhole. Sticky, viscous void.
Pains are razor sharp. Fragile skin. Red is too bright.
The fragmented fragrance of hope. Smacked skylight.
Torn pieces of memories. Happiness is in the half frame.
Love is resting in an old scar. She is too far. Strolling flame.
Tampered rusty membrane. Beautiful lies.
Broken rib cage. Arbitrary blue fireflies.
Mushroom cloud. Colonies loneliness. Forbidden Fantasy.
Uneven unlove. Extinct emotions. Left with abrupt ecstasy.
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