sydnia

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Do you ever	dream	of me	when you go	to	sleep?

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dear Pesto...
...what would you do if i told you i've become a poet because of you?
the ghost of you still lingers inside these walls. it haunts the two of us. we built this house out of love, yet you had abandoned it and burned it all to the ground.
i wonder, my love... do you think of me when you fuck your blonde girl?
do you catch yourself praying you won't actually say the words, that you're not "one of them", when you were kissing me before you got home to her?
a fool is what you are. every second with you, i am back to reality and remember how coward you are. it's an eye-opener. a revelation.
in the honor of your new side-chick, i congratulate you. may your new relationship be stable standing over our corpses and backbones. may the house we built beforehand provide you with enough satisfaction. may her lips remind you every second of your hands around my hips.
To the happy couple!
From one and only,
Syd

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