Pretty women, oh how you have filled me with joy on a night such as this. Incoherent vision compliments thoughts of a love as pure as the most fresh of snows. I have always and will continue to love you with the deepest depths of this soul. it matters not where you rest on this night, for my thoughts are with you.

Blossoming beauty, you flower as the sun sets and Luna rises above the horizon of dreams--The idea on the fringes of what i deem obtainable and unreachable; The deepest depths of any soul.

Fine liquors, oh how you have stained my canvas of incredulous joy. Withe myself as my witness, if God himself takes me into His arms, i swear on my forgiveness i will slay him on his own grounds. You are a remarkable being--But it si you that will be so fragile--So vulnerable! You sir, stand not even a fleeting chance when coming up against a heart such as this! I have absolutely no faith in your promise of absolution through undying faith.

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The lingering taste of gin brings me back to Minneapolis, a place of treacherous joy, a place i long to be for my undying love reaches the cityscape's horizons.