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Sitting by the vanity

Sitting by the vanity I smoke on a cigaret wondering what this tattoo on my wrist means. Dressed up in black as if a funeral were in progress. I sit next to the books where I gathered my wisdom. Looking out the dirty window, I can't help but notice the chipping white paint. The vintage atmosphere, the light bulb shining yellow and weak. The musky smell from the wooden floors. The clock on the wall singing it's lonely song, time passed away. As I inhale the smoke and all this information at once, I see her sitting by the vanity. Combing away at her perfect strands of hair. With every blood cell moving away from her heart I can feel her breathing. Selfishly playing with her looks, her red lip stick bleeding with excitement. Shamefully any other man would fall blindly for her, shamefully any other man would give up his soul for her not knowing what she is worth. I'm not any other kind of man though, I've lost more than any other man is willing to give up. Sleek and powerful, pitiful love signs at every glance when she walks down the street. In the cold she makes the very snow melt down the sewers. I couldn't tame her even with every word that I utter. If I made my dreams come true, the twisted visions that is my thought, how can I make her feel complete? She is lost forever to what she is and as my cigaret comes closer to death she stand from the vanity chair. She is ready for another night, I put my cigaret out of it's self pity, tug my sleeve down to cover my past mistakes and walk towards her. The wooden floor talking up at me as my polished shoes hit the ground. So in this world where two things can't mix, things were getting mixed up. Her frozen lovely heart and my modest wisdom, she grabs my hands tells me not to be worried and I give her a look that tells her with you at my side I will never be. We step out the doorway and she turns at me, the pressure of the world pushing down on her lips to create her smile and I gasp holding on to this moment facing the world I need to conquer

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