Estatically she skips forward through his essence
Nervously she takes his hand believing his feelings to be true.
Silently she closes her eyes, bringing back films,
Recapturing his portrait in her minds eye.
Until once again, realization kicks in and her cheeks are draped in sweet sorrow filled nectar.
The purity of her delusional hallucinations start to fade and she no longer skips but runs from his essence, believing and seeing the monster of his core to be true.
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