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You will stand again and again in front of me. But i have no words to soften the blow. There was no life in our kiss. No spark in the attraction. Only robotic motions. Physical urges forced until the natural flow of oblivion and surrealism carried me away. I used you. I used you for emptiness. For the impossible void. This hole, widened by the experience. My icy reflection stares at you.
I watch in horror somwhere distant. Somewhere faded. As my reflection grows. Evolves. Born of broken pieces of the perverbial muscle imprisoned in my rib cage. Driven by fear. Primal and raw. Lost. Hopeless. Instinct of survival. And in that place far away, reduced to something small. A whisper. A whimper. A tiny exsistance.
I weep