The entirety of life compressed into flickering candlelight. Held firmly but gently in the shogi lamp of a deceased lover. The tender haunting of sepia memories. I look for my thoughts as the moon flirts with midnight. Invisible breath assures me that as long as my heart remains empty, my mind will be placid. Missing the smooth skin of porcelain dolls. Cherishing the taste of blonde sundaes. The idle concern of absentee angels. An iron halo of remembrals, carried along, even as my footsteps vanish behind me. The heavy cost of unique privilege is the whisper of a tattooed psyche.
11:34 p.m. - 2019-08-19
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