She stared at me with aquiline eyes
Though I’m not quite sure
Exactly what those look like
A charmed acquaintance
My privilege to know you
My pleasure to tell you
Longing for forever
I cannot live my life anymore
For just one person, myself
Fascinate me
With a power
So completely
Benevolent
To obsess me
One Day
A sequence of equations
Executed perfectly
In my favour.
The death of one,
The birth of another
Morning espresso with ice cream
Self-serve gourmet
To start the day
With Edge
A pot half-full
The brown-sugared oatmeal
Left behind from breakfast
The Zen of Housework
Reclusive within myself
[[Arcane/monologue/I am a slob|I am a slob]]
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