I truly invoke your eyes that are neglecting
to walk towards the heart of this delusion,
and if they shall mischievously encounter
disjointed this mouth in a grin, perplexed
my every memory, my every bare oblivion,
then do not hesitate; forever kill me.
For it shall never be need of regretting
the killing of some fatal hint, our destiny,
which was conceived in Heaven and is endless.
Agustina Ariana D’Andrea, 10-12-2005, 01:35 am.
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