All the things I shouldn't say were laying on the ground. Right where you could see them; they'd simply fallen out. Like a waterfall of devastation, an avalanche of nouns, and verbs held in designation withered in the now. I saw your eyes, they filled with tears, your mouth, it trembled now. And I knew that I had found your fear, and promptly coaxed it out. I told you I was dangerous, a fire in the night. That despite the realms of darkness, I always sought the light. So now we stand in purgatory, not quite sure how to move: light, and love, and hope, and glory... they all feel like old news. Hold on to me, dear lover, I'm sorry for my flaws. I'm not the type to calm the waters, but I can reduce the floods. Forgive me for my reckless ways, the words that tumble down. For I never meant to hurt you, not then and still not now.
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