black ties.
thorns and vultures complete the decadence.
we proceed ever onward
knowing not what the future has in store.
crystal glasses.
silken veils.
such a beautiful masquerade.
memories lucidly compel us further into the night.
we are stark.
silent.
brilliant against the ominous sky.
we flicker as we ascend.
just we two.
noone else illuminates as they fly.
we glitter and we nod at the world below.
who will look up to acknowledge the magnitude of souls who combust,
a miraculous sight?
guideposts.
limelights.
perfect, peaceful dreams.
just you and i.
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