Not Even Death

Not even death can do us part.

It seemed like a dream, when we first entered this mess. We were both full of fire, full of fury and lust bound habits. I was the aggressive one opposing you. You were the one assessing, unwinding me; unraveling who I really was with your cut through gaze.

What you saw is what you got.

Svetlana, goes through something that might be called an infinite breakup. No tears were shed, no plates were broken, no pictures were burned, no mourning happened.

Of course, that wasn't what actually happened.

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