He,
walked the cobbled streets,
dazed,alarmed,purged.
He,
faced the unassuming facade,
of the haven,undesired,harped.
He,
looked, at the glittering silhouttes,
against the thwarting darkness,
twilight-faded,faces jaded...
THEY stand upright,unharmed.
Seemingly ready to jump,
from the pinnacles,to avoid,
the unawaited,fateful death.
THEY,fake pride,fake beauty.
Fake love. Unloved...
He,
jostles through burly shoulders,
reaching the threshold,his soul,
unabated,hated.
He,
waits for HER to open up,
naive desires turning wild.
SHE shows up,smiling...
He,
looks up,to find,
his desires ravaged.
He,
runs his fingers through her,
shagged hair,sees her shagged.
Knows he knows her,yes...
He,
bids her goodbye,
lovingly.
He,
runs to an alley,
ugly music reverberating,
in his ears,his love chided.
He,
presses against the wall,
feels his chalice.
Unharmed.
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