sometimes his image pops into my mind. he is everything i lust and everything i don't want. plutos bastard son sent from some divine code. somehow i know he has the ability to save me, because of his touch and the way i feel when i'm near him. i have that same ability to save him, if he let me, but i know there are too many blurry mirrors in our way. when i remember him, my memory spans back to the beginning of my existence and the first feeling of love. it's the wrong kind of love but sometimes i think that love has more desire and more obstructions, it has illusions and attachments. it is desire. it is hungry and it lures me. i want it to eat me up.
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