Lost Lover

Despite our tiffs, nastiness and all the fuss. Despite the faces he made, the vulgarity, the danger and the horrible hopelessness of it all. I placed him in the front room of my heart, never at the back, and never at the side. I dwelled so deep in his elected paradise. A paradise which skies were colour of hell flames- but still a paradise.

-Tai

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