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...recoiling, i find myself recoiling from you.
mental and physical despondency lure me back into my silent darkness, my eyes and mind slumber as tenebrosity welcomes me once again. "repeatedly you disappear from our safehaven to return to a place that is neither befitting nor your ultimate destination; do you not know you belong here, my mistress to the shades of night? the travelled pathways of mankind you have wandered with many, moving through life, tasting the fruit cut with their knife. your providence is to be traversed 'adeen' that is your calling; it demands your heart empty handed. your voracious thirst for him has perished from whence it came; his seraphic face to be left swaying to the requiem of what could never be." my body slowly sheds its skin unveiling my aesthetic rebirth. salubriously and autonomously, i rise once more to evanesce clandestinely into the mysterious shadows of my hermitic underworld. `T. Imaan Tretchicovmanicova |
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