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two souls
seated on the sidewalk
curved, yet at a distance
and illuminated faintly
by flickering streetlight
every so often.

that night you told me

in situations like these
you only have two solutions
the first being logical:
to hope and wait
for time and time
to distinguish
this sizzling flame.

the second, you said,

was stupid beyond belief
and i questioned what
to which you responded
by lowering your head
cradling it amidst arms
and you said it would be
to kiss me.

i only tittered
smiled in disbelief
but said nothing
even though
my mind did not
by any means
comply
in lieu, it begged:
just say it aloud

you want him

to be stupid
don’t you?
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you remember
don’t you?

that silly night

where not one
nor the other
had an answer
no solutions
just silence
sheepish smiles
hidden thoughts

and look at us
where are we now?

be it as it may
forbidden tastes sweet
lures you in like poison
and all of a sudden
it is a widespread haze
because the first taste
outweighs the bitter end
and consequences
fall into abyss
only to return
when you try
wishing them away
the very most.
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two minutes until midnight.

the train of thought alternates between a plethora of emotions, possibilities, inklings of greed.
i reach out towards rationality, but you continuously succeed in obstructing my path. oh, how
vexed it renders me.

you intrusive idiot.

have you any idea how painstaking it is to refrain from acting on impulses and instict?

you’re no saint, nor a display of perfection. rough around the edges, but an artwork
nonetheless. captivating eyes, although oftentimes sunken and bloodshot as a result of sleep;
lack thereof.

stare into them a second too long and i’m nearly pushed to the point of no return. difficult to
describe: a single color doesn’t define them. there’s no grain on these pulchritudinous eyes,
but they can be lucent if they really want.

it would be easier if they were the extent of my distractions.

soft locks. mocha hue. unruly, messy, but perfectly adequate. a stray strand teeters out of
place. sculpted features. smooth skin.

kalon is what characterizes you. regardless of what i say,

it’s always the eyes. your look. the stare. hooded. unsure i remain, though, for i cannot figure
out why i adore them as much as i do.

you’re my latibule.

and the more i know i shouldn’t,

the more i want to.

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the very mechanism that ails animal nature. offer a stray canine treats and they will come
running back for more. wishful licks. pleading eyes. soon enough, the animal succumbs at
your feet. desire becomes surrender. surrender becomes power.

greed provokes hasty decisions and hasty decisions evoke adrenaline. akin to drugs, it
intoxicates your veins and bends your mind in spite of common sense. risks and broken rules.

to most humans, it’s attractive.

but is it worth it? for the sake of one individual,

do you lose your head?

do you lose everything?