The trepidation of You

and if this is disappointment, then it carries the weight of the center of the sun devoid of light or life, and if I could I at this moment, erase you from all that is me, that would be done, but before I would endure the needle inked in red for protection, every twenty-three letters of your name backslashed in black as warning to the uninformed of your beautiful nature.


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