I ам Stormo. You are Goliad. You are sheer chaos and I am hunched in the corner, as always. But today I will fight back
-You know? It is time...
But the answer is just tears; you smothering me in a hysterical attack .
-You know? It is time...
Creek ink, scratches on my cheeks.
-Everything is over! Do not be silly!
Your chest naked, it is hard to argue. Once again, we weave legs in knots and moan among bedsheets.
Your eyes - the light of the Black Star. The coldness that destroyed bridges. Your photo album of dried flowers beautifully burned... I don't need you anywhere.
The burn on my arm aches and throbs. Where are your cold lips? I cast you away ..
Narcissism. Psychopathy. Machiavellianism. Steel. Steel inside… We were drawn to the beautiful shell empty inside. Steel inside.
-Yes. I'm with you. I'm near. Steel within is pressed against the cold brick wall, steel inside. "Yes, the lights burn out again, just like my love; just like your idea of "love"
Stormo and Goliad.
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