With that incessant question that seems to flicker in my eyes, I begin my ascent to reason.
Your body so, so close to mine. And with every increment nearer, my heart rate raises. And it feels like dying. But I see the other half sneaking out in the corner of the room, and I have to wonder if this is how it is supposed to be. And her voice smooths the faults in this principle, and they separate, the figure in the room deciding the lovers fate.
So wondrous a voice, luring me closer and yet uncontrollably further away. The siren like figure makes the love drip down my lips, irreconcilably into the darkness.
-For Violet
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