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i only wanna come home to you.
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& who are you now? ( a fighter. )
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Michelangelo Merisi da Caravaggio - Seven Works of Mercy (detail)
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this is the scene swelling to a close where the pretty boy is bleeding to death on the floor in front of you. the pretty boy with his white shirt gone rotten is writhing in the mess of himself β¦ turning & twisting.
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yet each man kills the things he loves.
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yet this small boy with his hungry mouth, burning for a scrap of armor, blazing for a shard of love, does he understand we shall venerate him as if he were another apollo bathed in gold?
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fangs; bloodβcoated.
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your heart governs my every move.
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into the moonlight, in fear of daylight revealing what i shove into the shadows.
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but iβm in love with the rain.
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he burned with a passionβ¦
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moonlight landscape in art.
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dead men belong in graves.
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calm evening..
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their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun.
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i wasnβt a human after you left. but i wasnβt one when you were hereοΌ either. so is it better to be a monster with a heartοΌ or a human without a soul? you tell me sweetheart; youβve been both at the same time.
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iβm all the best of my mother without the broken heart.




















