A once vibrant cerulean dream now flutters softly against the twilight, as shadows of forgotten lust whisper sweet nothings in the room of old souls. The clock on the mantle ticks backward, a futile testament to the arrest of fate in a decay of warmth.
Let us unwind, strip the symphonic embrace of bygone afternoons where every touch left the cosmos trembling. Reset our hearts to the discordant melody of now, where dust dances like unlit candles in a sea of broken chandeliers.
A caress that was once electric fades, turned parasitic, feeding on abstract notions of love, curled around an empty promise. Outside, the city holds its breath, every cracked window a voyeur to lovers’ eventual metamorphosis into specters and echoes.
Remember, the laughter, like shards of crystalline entropy, reverberating beneath the floorboards of memory. In our irrevocable rendezvous with decay, let it be sweet and loud, a cacophony as we unwound less tenderly.
She dreams of cherry blossoms in winter’s embrace, where I find solace in the silent symphony of rust and ash, unfurling narratives like roses upon a thornless stem.
Amor nihil, the cestrum whispers in the autumn wind. I am undone yet bound in infinite yesterdays. Love is a lie I savored beneath a Switz verdant sky.
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