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the thought of your lips crossing my left shoulder is unbearable. and the sides of my neck, they burn at the thought of you. your penetrating eyes, even in all their splendor are only eyes despite their beauty you look on so uninsightfully incapable of seeing beyond your logic or beneath your pride. you are overtly foolish. you mold yourself amiss. as for me, now? now i simply hope that when you're finally fucking someone else you remember regret takes captive of us all.