Der kuss. Nein.
December 6, 2011
The Christmas of her life had come and so she believed her love had come to her. But love is a prism of fire, and from it, there are reflectors and reflections that cannot be known or seen at all angles. In the space of twenty-four hours, what had seemed like a courageous phoenix succumbed back to fire, to lay ruined and charred in the ashes.
Her heart, thrown into the garbage. This is what has happened.
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