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Oh, dear lord. Three things I pray.
you're right. i don’t know you too well,
But I feel like I do.
maybe it’s because you’re so much of what i was.
and i'm so much of what you’ll become.
i am posing a humbert to your lolita.
age is only a fortitude
although ours isn’t grand.
but, i do act as a quilty, because we only have one thing in common
besides almost everything,
is vivian darkbloome, the assistant. the link.
an unimportant character, yet, so important.
but i would never want to hurt you.
because i would have to hurt myself.
i am also a charlotte, the widow.
the mother of the lolitas,
i am more or less a charlotte.
one great flame, but always longing for more.
not really that unattractive, just overbearing.
i will morph my life to make it work,
but my efforts go un-noticed.
because i'm too busy trying to remain descrete,
but i always fall for the guys who seem about a hair above average
but they always figure me out.
['verbally wise is all sugary and spice, and it's nice but its not what i'm after']
i have held my tongue ever since i--
for two weeks, i have not said a word.
i have been trying to figure myself out.
so i can pose as a better person.
to impress you.
but the truth is, there is no such person.
and i'm trying to show you how much i care,
because then you'll figure out, lolita, which older guys to go for.
most of them just want you for sex.
and you'll be an object.
and after a while, objects are just for decoration.
you, are not decor.