
You feel deranged. Simply crazy.
It isn’t completely your fault.
In fact, it isn’t your fault at all.
It is hers. She is to blame.
She walks like Cleopatra herself is her slave, kneeling before her presence.
She speaks in the tongues of sultry secularism.
She tastes like Aphrodite’s sweat.
She is the fruit in the garden of Eden.
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We weren’t supposed to win. But we’re here running out the clock.
Tick tock.
Tick tock.
The victory formation is inevitable.
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I really want one of these, still.
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But not for me (Chet Baker) | Sakamichi no apollon
Okay, wait, why the hell am I not already watching this show?!