The waining and panning of a dusted shallow.
Unmistakable affirmation of guilt
The sullen uneasiness of the bare breasted enchantress.
Easy did it.
Did it with out a second guess.
Unaware there was no second chance.
The first encounter with the pathetic nods of a frivolous philistine.
Now the castle stands high above the lake. beneath the clouds on a boat made of sand.
Unmoved.
Guarded by stones longing to board.
Longing to sink.
And to live forever beneath the superficial pangs of the sun.
Oh god why did she have to happen.
Just as I was doing so well without her.
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