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A Struggle for ComprehensionSo he's gone. I do not understand it; How can a person be lively and Vibrant, joyful bursting forth with Humanity, humour, energy, love One day And a cold shell the next? Where has my lover gone? There is nothing in the solid shape before me It's meaningless I struggle to comprehend how the One I love can have left; Where is he now? Where is my lover? What gap did he slip, invisible in the Darkness of eternity, through, out ofA Struggle for Comprehension
This world? And how can I follow?
by ~Melange-Tox-Kiev
You Can't ChooseYou Can't Choose between Love and LifeYou Can't Choose
Her. Yes, her: whose room always smelt of the turps she used to clean paint brushes, and the coconut body moisturiser she sometimes requested I massage into her back after we showered together; whose bedsheets were fragranced with a cocktail of her favourite perfumes (a list of which I can still, after all this time, rattle through easily: Kenzo Amour and Flower, Thierry Mugler Alien, Estee Lauder Pleasures Intense, Armani Remix); the sweet spice of old tobacco; Herbal Essences shampoo and the light, warm notes of her own body scent and our sex. All of these things I can still rec
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If you had any sense, you'd change
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You bashed your head and I found something to do; I make up memories of me and you, it's like playing with your food, it's like playing with your food.
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Don't step on a Daisy while looking for a Rose.
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You bashed your head and I found something to do; I make up memories of me and you, it's like playing with your food, it's like playing with your food.
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You bashed your head and I found something to do; I make up memories of me and you, it's like playing with your food, it's like playing with your food.
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And Then There Was Silence
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You bashed your head and I found something to do; I make up memories of me and you, it's like playing with your food, it's like playing with your food.
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And Then There Was Silence
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