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The more one is obsessed with God, the less one is innocent. It's not possible to be conscious of divinity without guilt. Thus God is rarely to be found in an innocent soul. From, Tears and Saints.
It (II.) falls to the floor. The hound in you smiles, canines sharp, pupils full, black and slow-blinking as you finally look at me.
Of course, you like me now. I am satisfactory now. This is what you crave. You press your hand over my mouth because that is only what you crave. And you bend my limbs, ignoring hinges creaking. Ignoring screws coming loose. I am oddly-shapen when we're done. Unreal. Uncanny.
As summer turns to fall and a quiet chill settles itself in the air, waiting to become loud with the onset of winter, it is not surprising to find oneself immersed in loneliness. — Words Unspoken: (The Lovers, II.)
