Oh my darling everything, you and your fantastical propositions. To marry in decay makes the hearts in my glitter eyes swell, kissing my knuckles with such tender potency, akin to bombs dropped o’er their headquarters, it makes the menace in me give a princess twirl. These scintillating ashes, remnants of yore, that you’ve so carefully produced to bathe my head like so much snow, artifacts of our love are for sure. You in your generalissimo hues of gray, have won my tender side again and again, and to be the powerless populace reduced to none by your immaculate boot, a girl can only dream. I hanker for you the same way the vermin enemy aches for the return of its doomed nation’s glow, I crave you the same way their wounded troops long to see us made insignificant. Oh my darling beloved, my stygian grandee, you’ve done it again, out of destruction you’ve made a pleasure fest.
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