this apparatus has done me no favors. it tailors to no one person's specific needs and leaves me soaked out in this warm rain. but a confession leads to embarrassment and pity.
words can never be lassoed once emitted. traveling at one million confused-random-palpitating-hearts per second. passing like a monarch over a dreary-eyed solar system, distant stars begin to wink in your direction. but I must confess to you that these stars...the balls of intense gas and overbearing love...the ones that fade in the distance..they are mere echoes of a once immense energy. your love is long gone, but you can gaze into the past.
stare into me.
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