Horizontal Simulacra My eyes were lacquered in nascent tears that rain to a crescendo, obscuring the elegance of her belly and wavering the softness of her chest she had an unnatural eroticism her clothes outlining a girlish mouth and tiny hands when I hasten my strokes and she lets out her quickening breath oh the joys of her trembles from that which touches not a place beneath her waist reminds me of her mother of whom she was a stunning imitation of my dear little The cold binding that my omniphobia endures is second to my volition over what her life has become the wretched and sorrowful painting over with secondary colours of red and what has become of her will be The first of my correspondence was with her cradle and I having not laid my eyes upon her for the time of which she had been conceived for I had been away seven months in eastern Arabia accompanying the construction of a rail that would run from Doha to Al Ain but had capitulated under poor relations to which I was compensated for and had returned home with much news to share but was surprised by the child that had be Born before my family whom I had hesitations of legitimacy so I had her hair taken in clips for testing of which proved the innocence of my wife and indeed the sanctity of my daughter who she had named Her mother grew ill of an inorganic illness that became the subject of great debate but nonetheless claimed her life and widowed was I the single father without guidance but there had been not a worry for I would come to marry another whom I was not the least bit attentive to and saw myself divorced to within a year and leaving my daughter the victim of a series of mild abuses as she was a startling image of my deceased Her hair would come back from school in locks the size of grapes and she would blush at my mention for who the hairdresser was she would refuse to answer and So the boy that grew too close was removed from the school and sent to the south along with his family for his father was offered a promotion and no harm was done for I am a saint of the highest order that wishes happiness among the inhabitants of this world But my sweet little She was unenergetic so I took her to a fair and treated her with candy and sweets and desserts and we stood side by side off the balcony of a platform of a train that stood many meters off the ground and she started walking forwards And so her punishment was much the same as many other days and what reverie she sought was naught but the whimsical musings of an adolescent girl who knew not any better than what a wiser man could come to understand about her wishes for I was he who understands her of all those foul misers who will come to claim that which is not wished by her and not wished by her to stand to revel for she already belongs elsewhere and where that place is is She stops before the platform with her feet teetering off the edge and I have not the strength in me to And she will be happy with the future that I had set out to greet her with that which is one of joy and delight and joy and delight and joy in repetition with my where she clings to me and I respond to her with The horizon is bright above where you can see the sun set and if you stood on the ground and watched it you could rise up to the top of the platform and watch the sunset yet again with looming clouds over top the landscape when the streetlights are still aglow there will be music playing into your ears as so did mine when She was seated by the windowside on a winter day and blew against the window to draw a heart with a smile and it was then that I removed her clothes and nibbled on her neck and she laid still and watched me as I wrapped her mouth around my I spread her promiscuous lips apart with And I learned over her and she fell to meet me where I was crying and crying and crying and she laid without reaction The sweetness of velocity in which you will hear the sickening voices The sanctity was not mine but my wives and I had have had have none but sin to her tenderness for what I wished was a much darker blue the hue that would encompass the morning sky in a time that would be frozen for much of eight months with what surrounded me with what enamoured me with her with me with her with me She and I had first only seen each other in mountain caves and I shoved her from the back off the platform and grasped hold of her so we could fall together because there was the Performances must end in climactic finales for the audience only sees it as such when the raindrops fall from place to place and laughter and sadness are stood in hand for Performances are the thing you must provide to ensure continuous existences for which you expect yourself to keep silent and it would be that night not the only night not the only week not the only month not the only year until spring arrived and she forgave me for all that I had done and I would cry and cry and cry tears of infinite sadness and sadness and she would have what I would have and come to marry me for she was not my The world my delusion and the dream of a much more sinister succubi that wants the worst for me the the the cats all look in my direction when I turn to talk to them because they can understand my pain The final facade of man is redemption of the undying and for me it is her for me it is her for me she is already so so gone beyond the horizontal simulacra that I wanted for her to be for me Who is it that sings so merrily and who is it that weeps so scarcely and who is it that tells them they love The platform stage looked so lonely from below when her and me were falling intertwine intertwined our arms in sync and muster what must be our harmony The world will come to collapse The world will come to the a nearby finale and It will be us with the final note Us inclusive form of objects of propositions of her proposition to me for Sancitity was not a right deserved to me and it will be my tears that will fall and not hers and the tears will fall up moving not as fast as me. Vertical Simulacra
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