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She drank the cyanide and Immediately regurgitated It on me. I stoically Glared at and began To remove my Clothes. She quickly apologised but Then Forgot About It Walked away and disappeared. I soon found her Again. Lonely drinking Alcohol At a party. I joined, but not for long. She quickly Left Again To some more interesting human-social Caricature. She ignored me. She rebuked me. She insulted me. Yet, I was steadfast. “Look like the innocent flower” For I could not Experience pain From one I did not care for. That was obvious. I perpetuated my lie, The first transgression upon my face. What a lie. What a devilish lie. It has been too long now, Too verbose. Too eloquent. Too persuasive. No matter what it may do, Now, This lie, This devilish lie Will never Die.
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May 30, 2011
May 30, 2011 at 2:44 PM UTC
The Emperor’s Death
She drank the cyanide and Immediately regurgitated It on me. I stoically Glared at and began To remove my Clothes. She quickly apologised but Then Forgot About It Walked away and disappeared. I soon found her Again. Lonely drinking Alcohol At a party. I joined, but not for long. She quickly Left Again To some more interesting human-social Caricature. She ignored me. She rebuked me. She insulted me. Yet, I was steadfast. “Look like the innocent flower” For I could not Experience pain From one I did not care for. That was obvious. I perpetuated my lie, The first transgression upon my face. What a lie. What a devilish lie. It has been too long now, Too verbose. Too eloquent. Too persuasive. No matter what it may do, Now, This lie, This devilish lie Will never Die.
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May 30, 2011
May 30, 2011 at 2:44 PM UTC
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