Disarray

Life is full of fleeting moments and my heart is full of rancid romanticism, stinging at the tears of time like lime juice to a wound.

Binding together adrenaline soaked memories, endorphin drenched nostalgia, with the searing heat of lust’s branding iron.

All murky water was once clear, but a single step is all it takes to foster disarray.

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