“Open your eyes…” she whispered.
This voluptuous sadness I feel collapses into the memories of a broken smile that never even happened. The time has no edges in this exception of time I live in.
“I’ll open my eyes, babe, but I just want to feel a few seconds more… a few seconds more, just of you.”
She’s a butterfly, she’s a demon, she’s the one I’ll never have the chance to love like a human. She hates me, you know, but she loves me sometimes. She brings all those immense, vivid pleasures, not the bodily kind.
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