I knew our distorting collision could never be averted, but how were my hues of rejoice so eagerly and agilely dismissed when I lay my eyes on her?
She was of an allure crimson and I vividly remember how I grimaced at man's indecency when they rejoiced as I approached my foe, fate.
I shut my eyes, for I was inebriated by the realisation of the lack of scintillation in the darkness I foresaw.
Then, my beloved fate slyly and malignantly whispered into my soul and murdered my innocence.
like Cinderella's fairy godmother, she waved her wand and my hips began to broaden.
Through her mystical potion, diamonds replaced what was beforehand my bare chest.
Then, she feasted on the flesh of my uterus yet all man witnessed was the hypnotic crimson paint that gushed out; onto my canvas.
My cacophony rested on deaf ears for their souls were blinded by the paint from my veins that coloured its façade with gold.
As some read between the lines, they saw the agony that masked my face for my fate had perpetually poached my golden blood.
The void I steeled myself for became visible as my brokenhearted fate made her heist a cycle.
Like my hues of rejoice were dismissed, my once was charm withered in their eyes as my canal's virtue demised, for it held allure flower petals that were once coated with crimson paint yet they are now flooded by lust.
Now I miss the days its formidability made us wonder.
I miss the days it mystified men and affirmed to them that it led to paradise.
Above all, I miss how my canal was worshipped for it was unattainable to the unworthy,
But like beauty; it waded until it faded to nothingness.
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