Of all
of the men
in the universe, I
am the one with the
weakest curse. The
brightest dim to the
widest depths: a surface
of infinite shallowness
it's a birth defect
of decrypted code
just lucky I guess
I don't even know.
Don't ask how it is
I believe I've seen
the eyes are the windows
of soul gone green. You're
mistaken, there though. This
is no picnic. More like a buffet
for the ants, hand-picked - and you
dear and I are the caterers. All these
things that we planned, but there was
something
else
we forgot to do first.
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