The romantics quiver before beauty. Charmed in alarming ways. Does such an asset have a fatal flaw? A longing at all costs. Perhaps the beauty of the character changes on its environment. Stringing bones together.
           As for fate, a cruel short distance to arrive, perhaps the actions is not random.
           Immersing yourself, in daily life.
           Just to be plucked out and placed into obscurity.
Some understand their own hearts, rolling over into their character, defeating flaws and killing fear. For now, you’re alone in a world you never made.
Lucid heartsickness.
Learning now, why one would crave true beauty in another’s character. A life without that soul bearing love, where poems bragged about, is not worth living, unless it’s a passionate life, wild soulmates. Grief pounding, losing attributes, such as insecurity and gaining contentment gasping meaning. Finding love, a strange waves of awe and personal awakening.

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