The unmistakable traces of sweetness, of a life half-done. The trousers hide all my mortal sins to bear later.
Give me that final kiss and ask of me to leave you before I can touch the candle burning. From the past until now it was all about love. No more.
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I lost a friend a day or so before today. Not lost as in dead, but gone from my soul. Four years is quite the time to spare, and yet it made nothing in the end. Adieu, mon cher Ami.
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Feel the steps I take away from you, fragrant with the last perfume you gave me, like an emotional flagellation which shall never cease to haunt me.
Never were joy and despair so beautifully expressed by your tears of desolation, in the paradoxical relationship's demand for all the suffering, with the brightest tint of a soulful Spring in our minds when we inevitably argue, then laugh at each other.
The bittersweet smile on your beautiful face is still radiant and bucolic at the same time, after the destruction of our bond. A schizophrenic view of Humanity and the never-changing canons remain after centuries of existence come forward.
So, we are done, my darling. This gold ring on my hand does not belong to me anymore. Would you not remember the days and hours we gave to each other? How cruel were we to each other, and yet how happy. My perspicacity grown from jadedness cannot rescue us, what we had, all we felt and said carelessly. Assignment is
Done.
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Precious soul from my blood. A boy. It wasn't until I allowed myself to love you that Life seems to now be better. Having a nephew has changed me so much, I don't see the same man in me.
No, I don't really know you, but I feel you deep inside my being and think about you. You are a part of me by blood, tender, smart boy.
One day, wonderful boy. One day you will know me better, even if by Legend. Our video chat was extraordinarily touching for me. I love you, M. Feel the long hug and kiss I am sending you all the way from California.
Your uncle Lucius
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I have one. Quite sure you do as well. How I have feared this day would come... As I am near death, my entire life and all its pain and regrets come flooding from my exquisite ghost, my past and my present.
The vivid nightmares won't stop! My usual dreams somehow transport me to places and situations in which I haven't been, because of the long life I've led, creatively and negatively; joyful and sad; depressed and manic. Make them stop, my accosted Spirit, my troubled exquisite ghost.
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How does anyone become ready for the agency of want, without surrendering decades of everything that matters to an individual? Temptation is the only thing on my mind when you are near me, facing me and breathing into my lips.
Dangle a diamond in my face as a faux promise to me, as you have done before. Leave where you live now, and if you are a believer, come to me. Crash your galleon on these rocks, where you will find the ghostly end to this story.
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The searing feeling of my disappointment won't leave me until I say so. It's the story of a cheater who sees no Art in meeting.
Vacuous and unkind he is, and I like him against my will. He won't be back to my humble flat until whenever his Master allows him.
Jêrome is incapable of plotting an end to his suffering, yet in me he finds a cherry evening of intimacy, of smiles and touch. How can the act of breathing mean so much to both of us? Done with it, I am. Nothing screams more tired than a grown man lost. Lost, and shall never be found. So bitter is the sound of me when I am in you.
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