| | Water is how I live. Fluid love and emotion that blends purple gold with fiery blue in the eternal nighttime dance of passion and xo's. Memories keep me going through the brazen future and the days of lore push against my skull as I replenish the oceans with my aquamarine tears. Tarot Death means Beginning instead of End. X of sword stick from the bloody body of the innocent and she gets away laughing into the wicked dark. The Hermit slowly shows the way to the Lovers so they can escape into their sunset that was made on the
back lot of some studio. Light grenades burst into catalyst skies and you accuse me of empty nothings as you speed away into the night, tail lights blazing red anger at me. Crumpling onto pavement, the only thing I yearn for is your soft touch on my pale skin. Tires screech to a halt and your back at my side, giving me a place to rest my head after a day of the hateful world. Pity piano and violent violins play in the background of my head as I think of how I can never be like them, but is that good or bad?
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