I wish I captured you in your full beauty. I wish that I stopped the moment you smiled, the moment you let your hair down, when your eyes beamed and they shone, and you gasped and became vulnerable. Before I hurt you.
I wish I'd said something before I ruined it, but now I'm just here speaking among your ruins. You were paradise before you were war torn. I still see the ancient monuments that adorned you. I remember looking over them as I rode up on my high horse.
Grandiose.
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Rico Mitchell
To simply exist, but not to exist simply.
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