Though God knows the ride of time flows slowly, snidely and forever,
So it goes that if I chose suicide as my bride, nothing would be severed.
I suppose I had to grow up so fast that even I don’t wholly know me,
But I dreamt a moment and in my bridled mind a vision presided holy.
I observed the mirage of you there, tattooed in secular and unsecular places.
Curved figure camouflaged by hair, you grew a vector of inscrutable faces.
I fought the desire and felt its beautiful fire melt through my happy veins.
It was like I belonged to your scenic song, which purged me of all my pains.
Your image said I cooked myself thin but you took my soul as your twin.
Your image said salvation is law and horizons widen in beginning of sin.
Though in awe I swore I knew just exactly what you meant,
All beagle-eyed eternity fried as the future of love became its present.
Back then our limbs did the talking as we let the longing win.
Your fingers were a cabaret and how our unrepentant souls did begin to sing.
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