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ephemeral lovers

I want to see you. It’s egoistical, it’s primal, it’s ugly, but that’s the way it is. Come on, let’s fuck, let’s not think about it. We’ll tear off skin, hair, clothes; we’ll rip each other apart like a packet of crisps and then let each other go. Lightly, without commitment, without grand declarations and serenades; we’ll hurt each other and forget each other.
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Die Like This

I was full of sadness it was as if the whole sea inside me would inflict me in its drowning flames. I burned like a body at a cross, and I could feel the silence of the world; a reaper of illusions speak while I’m crying. Perhaps all things are unreal. Perhaps I am not even here; Dancing nostalgically amongst the petals of my broken heart shattered from decades ago, before I was born.
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Loss in Modern Times

I was up all night writing an article about Loss in Modern Times.
And as I thought staying up would be easy, when packed up with coffee and a lot of blank pages to feel in, it was the roughest time I might have had in twenty something years: going down on memory lane.
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