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[ sin ]
dawn broke and morning came but I didn't see my prince again. he was lost not to be found within his plebian shell. his eyes looked dead like an artless doe staring into space with an arrow in its heart. I tried to smile but his wasted form didn't wish to acknowledge my twisted tender gazes. if i could i would lock him up in a snowglobe and watch his dazzling eyes forever.
in this world, that is still anthropocentric when will we realise that the universe is far from our grasp, that we are not more than just a speck of dust in this macrocosm. but what i believe is true, his stars are far brighter than mine; and if and when our galaxies collide, will i be tossed into oblivion, will I be star crossed into luminous disbelief or will i stay forever starry-eyed? his pink lips are like a dagger beckoning me to take the kill. am i strong enough to commit such a sin? but if his body is a religion I want to learn is my spirit already sordid? was I born to live like this? is it really a sin to admire such a comely man? no, it would be a transgression not to fall in love with this alluring creature that has me enchanted under his love spell.
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