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Now that you have beckoned for curtains call,let me not wreck your mood by adding that it was a hell of a show with you.Your percussions were offbeat,your chords were out of place,and you don't know how to reach to closure.Had i not been there,the show wouldn't have had a proper beginning,and,most importantly,a proper end.Your genius lies in your randomness : you added curious notes to a seemingly dissonant and closing orchestra,and always made me push it beyond its limits.
Now that you have beckoned for a glass of water,as you are so thirsty after the seasonal heat,let me not wreck your mood by adding that I've been watching you while you were in your hive of pleasure.Your moves were charming,your signals were meaningful,and,most importantly,the drop of tear that messed up your eyeshadow wasn't one of pleasure.Your genius lies in your ability to fake a smile in your face,a desire in your eyes,and wage a war against what you call God,while you let an animal savor your flesh.
Now that you have beckoned for a cigarette ,after finally being able to wipe off my name that you carved on your unblemished shoulder,let me not wreck your mood by adding that I've stolen a part of your mind that used to remind you that you are human.Your genius lies in your ability to grin alongside a mindless pack of wolves,who'll bite my lips off lest I may try to kiss you.
You are well guarded in a bunker beneath where I stand.I can't dig so deep.Let me not wreck your mood by making this last addition.