Things can unravel so quicky, and time can go unnoticed, and all the hearts in the world couldn't stop beating. As the beat of a drum, or the sour last note of a violin as it fades into nothing, so do I.
“And he can be the sinister beast that haunts me, follows me to his own demise, for I shall not be tempted by the poisoned fruit he offers to me, that calls to me, begs me to taste the delicious plumpness of an apple or the supple purpleness of depression that is a grape.” ~ Danaë (-Char. 1-2 @ Me-)
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