This thing has us entirely destroyed
No way back, or so they will keep on telling me
Ran its rather instrumental course, imploded on itself before ever getting to explode all over – atrocious upheaval when, really, it should’ve, could have been nothing but mile-wide pristine
Basking
Roaming these fair distant fields given over to the pair of us by our altogether nurturing families
Two deathly sides to every single green pastures story when perfect need no longer apply
Goodbye the oh-so-rotten-apple-to-my-oh-so-inappropriately-wandering-eye

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