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Valentine's Day: November 1987
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Because the angels are dead. Long live the murdered. It’s a poetic suicide when they die from that hand that created them.
Eyes are always so clouded during this time. Heads are never in the right place and people shove each other around. The last bouquet of roses.
Fucking roses.
Red, red, red. Red for love, lust…blood.
And they share on an empty sunset with their hollow of a lover. Why kill off something so beautiful to give it away to someone who just isn’t?
To show how human we all are. How we can destroy each other and think it is sheer elegance. How we all just stick around for the show, waiting for the understudy to fuck up.
But they make people so happy.
So
fucking
happy.
Eyes are always so clouded during this time. Heads are never in the right place and people shove each other around. The last bouquet of roses.
Fucking roses.
Red, red, red. Red for love, lust…blood.
And they share on an empty sunset with their hollow of a lover. Why kill off something so beautiful to give it away to someone who just isn’t?
To show how human we all are. How we can destroy each other and think it is sheer elegance. How we all just stick around for the show, waiting for the understudy to fuck up.
But they make people so happy.
So
fucking
happy.
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