**What was love? What was the purpose of it?
— Questions I hadn’t asked because I don’t need to. I’m a creature enshrouded by darkness, living a disciplined life under the facade of that which I feed on. A grotesque statue, hanging under the roof of a blank canvas, emblazoned into its structure only to corrode over time — and for eternal life, I am destined to overlook the changing landscape, the turning skies, subjected to waves and waves of the emotion my natural state amplifies.
Your lips were violent with unfiltered emission, actions that begged a slow rip beginning from the corners of your mouth. Memories of you are interspersed, in patches and blurry frames that my conscience dug at.
My chest soon hits a crescendo of hitched breath, every of your micro-movements that my keen eye engulfed pointed to your rising sense of ease, my cause for celebration because the incumbent’s legal duties outweighs my troubles. In a swift inception of cognizance, my heart, if there was time and space for it, warmed at the notion that *you *have given me comfort*.*
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And soon it was as if my heart was virgin to damage.***[/RIGHT]
