The one day I can be myself at the finale of a Wiccan ritual. Entombed in my own psyche, condemned to tolerance for my fallen angels during any other day.
The life of an intellectual is a lonely one. Contention is my safety net. Rock bottom is my summer resort. This isn’t the first time but it isn’t the worst crime.
Smiles are infinite. Penance is mine for the taking once I’m ready to embrace my free salvation. Turning the pages of a story that has long since found a home.
My exceptional existence is plastered in darkness and rainbows. Introverted seclusion and human desire clash in everlasting psychic warfare.
I found God in a former flame. Submitted to hardship and faith nidificated upon the threshold. I found the devil in a selfish lover. Tested the boundaries of two titanium halos.
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