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I WANT TO WRITE HEARTS...
My lover is a
rose: A delicate flower
with so much beauty
Situation #357 Magnum:
When he spoke, lava poured out of his mouth and fell in cooling pieces at my toes. The one I chose to pick up was pearly gray. I licked it feeling the coolness against my tongue. The licking turned to sucking as his lava poured into my mouth. Searing is a word derived to connect a person with the identity of heat. I felt my insides melt away yet I remained unharmed. I was protected by my thought of what the lava turns into once it cools. The transition of love from physical pain to tactile again could only be alchemy. The tactile is usually given as a gift of remembrance: Rosemary.
I kept the present he bestowed upon me for my memories of us. It was two pieces of lava. One represented me, the other him. I sighed. It was all I ever did anymore. My time with him had been brief; it had been enough to formulate more theory for my lament. My rule had been to incorporate any residue from the lava rocks I was collecting into my pot of alchemy. The pot was to hold my memories and times until they were needed. They were hidden in another recess of my mind. I only went there in dire situations like this one. I wasnÕt sure how I could go about the impact that I was left with. Someone, a singular entity in the streamline of time had shared a heart with me through the lava. I needed to record these findings and give my self over to my one salvation: Lorde.
The Creation of My
Life: I have abandoned them both. I am not for mankind. They are a righteous
bunch that cannot love the way I want them to. I lost all my energy
hoping my lover; the Ultimate Lover would come. But not even the Lorde
could give me that. It was to no avail. I had given up. A life of piety
was all I could think of. No love, no desire. It was all futile. Left
alone, I traveled the
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