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For the past five days, all of my dreams have tasted like whiskey and every morning sounds like champagne glasses. I suppose this makes me haunted. Perhaps the devil is a woman. The night we met was surrounded by the circumstance of a mysterious blaze. In the town centre, we never counted the bodies or the screams heard. I never found who held the lighter or told anyone else. She told me awful fairytales of her last lover, and the last man to double cross such a tempting tempest. Where we met was in the porch of her mansion in the middle of sunny California. In my head, she wore a silk red nightgown and smiled a ring off my finger. We made love that night until I forgot who I was and became the ruler of all things unequal. I didn't see her again. When the flames were too tall for me to eclipse, the whole world was first to know. I heard New Orleans erupted into inferno last week. I wonder if she is enjoying herself there and who she is telling about me now.
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Jul 3, 2018
Jul 3, 2018 at 10:34 AM UTC
The Devil at Dawn
For the past five days, all of my dreams have tasted like whiskey and every morning sounds like champagne glasses. I suppose this makes me haunted. Perhaps the devil is a woman. The night we met was surrounded by the circumstance of a mysterious blaze. In the town centre, we never counted the bodies or the screams heard. I never found who held the lighter or told anyone else. She told me awful fairytales of her last lover, and the last man to double cross such a tempting tempest. Where we met was in the porch of her mansion in the middle of sunny California. In my head, she wore a silk red nightgown and smiled a ring off my finger. We made love that night until I forgot who I was and became the ruler of all things unequal. I didn't see her again. When the flames were too tall for me to eclipse, the whole world was first to know. I heard New Orleans erupted into inferno last week. I wonder if she is enjoying herself there and who she is telling about me now.
-If i'm onto you, you must be onto me. -M.C.
molly-valentine
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18/F/Liverpool
Jul 3, 2018
Jul 3, 2018 at 10:34 AM UTC
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