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Your lips that I want to kiss,
I crave that taste of toxic bliss. At twilight, our mouths would dance and mingle, But now, I...may be less-than single. Half of a heart beginning to ooze mustard gas; I'm what's left of the spinning hourglass. Shattered - broken to pieces, Only to be put together again. I can see an image, but it's cracked; Pieces gone with the other men. Although, in my path of purgation, I saw what led me towards damnation. It's a phantom lingering from the past. It corroded my mind so fast. Your loss of interest should not have gotten to me, But this phantom kept whispering, "He's all love would ever be." I thought this was something I put to rest, Turns out I was still a part of that old devil's test. Near the end of twilight, the stars still lit up a path, Caressing and cleansing me from this mental bloodbath. For now, the phantom is silenced by my angels of hope, Lifting me towards serendipity, as I've fallen from Love's tightrope.
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AuthorMy name is Alexander Fang. I'm a college student studying Pharmaceutical Chemistry at University of California, Davis. This site is an amalgamation of my thoughts, dreams, and the reality I live in. It will consist of my writing, mostly. Archives
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