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Rain drops dance on the window sill and all you can think to say is decadent. The truth is you still love me and you cant even find the right words to deny it.
Its really quite pathetic. As the jelly lands across the toast, you cant even look at me. Sheet white is the only story your face can muster.
I remember once how tears would cloud your vision right before you said goodbye. A time when your body could fake the trance of wanton lust. The sad honesty of life is that you could never have me again after those sensuous ties were abused. The truth was that, although I loved you with all of my heart, the thought of the world tearing fresh blood from the open chasms in your arm was the only real joy left in my life.
Time had passed and you had lost. And all the rain could do was dance.