Wearing: A reversed romance

Those French movies, romance and candles, skin crawling beautiful and mesmerizing. Those kinda ones, that kinda romance

I would crave it, keep it safe with my entire life. A French romance, oh so pure, craving it all. If I look close enough, it’s all reversed. I see a black hole, a deep dark black hole. Deep and dark, look away from that space, how deeper you’ll look, how deeper you’ll fall. Forever kept, taken by the darkness. 

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